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| | Subject: | oy to the vey | | Time: | 03:31 pm |
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| I've been digesting the Palin announcement for most of the day. My first reaction is that I called it. Elections class in Feb. I see his move naming Palin as VP as a way to further divide the Democratic Party and as an attempt to pull the strong not so partisan feminist vote to the GOP, and to try and woo former Clinton supporters. When it comes down to it, she is less qualified than Obama and has done much less for women than either Democratic contender. So a true feminist, while noting that modern society isn't cured of sexism and wasn't able to embrace the idea of a woman president with open arms, would then look at who has done the most for the status of women in the country. Just voting for someone by gender, who doesn't support issues integral to you as a woman, is stupid and non feminist. While I am a proponent of descriptive representation, that person who is descriptive of my status, needs to SUPPORT issues that are vital to my status as a full citizen in this country. Otherwise I might as well vote for an old white man. Oh wait, I would be, his name is John McCain. McCain's move is opportunistic, disingenuous and an egregious insult to women.
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| | Tags: | folkis, me, moving | | Subject: | I have settled down in Pargas | | Time: | 04:02 pm |
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| Приехал в Паргас, получил свои вещи, заселился по новому адресу. Все хорошо.
At 12.30 I came to Pargas. I took a taxi from the centre because there is no bus going as far as the folk high school (the Tourism Institute). The distance is 4 km (10 euro by taxi).
The pallets with my boxes were already standing near the school when I arrived.
I briefly met the programme coordinator, got the key, ate lunch (6 euro, but from September it will be 2), then unloaded the boxes to my new room.
There are two beds in the room, because it is for two students, but I have asked to be able to live alone because I have lots of things. It will cost more, of course. The hostel is still quite empty. The other participants of the programme arrive on Monday.
Now I am going to take a shower and watch the TV. There is a common room in the hostel with a TV set and cooking facilities.
There is no internet in the hostel, but I can use it at school at any time, including night. The hostel is only a few meters from the school.
The Russian keyboard is not installed on the computers, and I cannot add it without the IT-administrator. I'll ask him about it when I see him.
In general, I am quite content with the living conditions here. | | comments: Leave a comment |
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| I'm cold. Seriously. This difference is unbelievable. It was so hot in Budapest and here it's so cold and dark. Quelle merde.
Caught myself thinking in Hungarian yesterday. Can you believe that? Very basic and probably wrong Hungarian but still. But still. One week Budapest and it's turned into this.
And I'm mad at ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) elkica. She gave me a book with Slovenian poems, written both in English and Slovenian. And now I wanna learn that, so that I can read it. Admit it. You gave me that just so that I'd learn your language. *pouts*
And I'm annoyed that it's another six weeks until university starts. Wanna learn Japanese now. *runs off to bury herself in Japanese books*. And why does everybody tell me I'm crazy to want to learn Japanese? Don't understand that at al. That's such an easy language. :P
Hate those emigration series on TV. There are bunches of them, following people moving to another country. Or worse, following aupairs during there year away. So can't watch those anymore, they make me always cry, especially the aupair ones. Miss France so much. And my kids. The whole family.
( Zur Abwechslung mal wieder auf Deutsch )
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| | Subject: | Die haben so verdammt Recht!! | | Time: | 04:53 pm | | Current Mood: | ![[mood icon]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/charitycam/goth_girl/happy.gif) relieved |
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Irgendwie ist deutscher Hip Hop ja schon immer mein heimlicher Retter gewesen. Angefangen damals mit "Die Fantastischen Vier" wurden sie schließlich von meinen derzeitigen (und langjährigen) Lieblingen abgelöst. Fettes Brot! Und gerade habe ich dieses Lied gehört und mir gedacht: "Scheiße, die haben sooooo Recht!"
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| | Tags: | websites | | Subject: | Now, a happy. | | Time: | 09:21 am |
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| Now, a happy.
FreeRice now lets you choose subjects. I suspect I shall spend ridiculous amounts of time playing it for Spanish, Italian, German, French, and English Grammar.
http://www.freerice.com/subjects.php?t=279384146196
I'd been wanting to find something like it in other languages for the longest time...now I don't have to! | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | Tags: | me, moving | | Subject: | I am moving | | Time: | 02:50 pm |
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| Отправил свои вещи в Паргас. Завтра поеду туда сам.
I've just sent off my stuff to Pargas (the town where I am going to live) by the Finnish Post.
I had about 350 kg (books, computer, etc). Fortunately, it all fit two pallets, so the price was not high (214 euro). This is cheaper than moving companies have offered me, and those companies are very busy now, while with the Post one can send on any day.
Tomorrow morning I will go to Pargas myself.
P.S. The distance between Tampere and Pargas is 180 km. A year ago I paid the same price for sending my things from Quebec City to Montreal (270 km) and then over the ocean to Helsinki! In Finland services are much more expensive. | | comments: 3 comments or Leave a comment |
| Georgian TV reports about the online Shop of Liberated Goods. There you can find on sale a golden fork, Georgian uniform, "fucking cool" shoes, toilet bowl and other useful things stolen by Russian troops. Details in ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif) ru_vilochka.
Репортаж о "Магазине Освобождённых Товаров" на Рустави-2. Подробности в сообществе ru_vilochka | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
| | Subject: | Маленькие женские радости | | Time: | 02:58 pm |
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| Кого - куда, а меня нельзя пускать в магазины канцелярских товаров. Началось еще за школьной скамьи, когда вместо булочек я бегала в соседний магазин покупать ручки на большой перемене. Сначала я скупала все подряд, кроме откровенно пошлой китайской продукции, потом начала разбираться во всяких тонкостях. Например, у стержня в шариковой ручке есть метраж, толщина линии и т.п. вещи. Естественно, ручек скапливалось безумное количество, были любимые -- а еще были те, пописав которыми, я понимала, что больше никогда не возьму их даже в руки. Чертовски везло моим одноклассникам - я раздаривала им ручки чуть ли не каждый день. Они были счастливы и я тоже. В том момент начинается мое новое увлечение - делать подарки. Всем и вся.
Некоторые девочки для поднятия настроения используют магазины косметики, аксессуаров ( я не знаю как правильно "бижютерия" пишется, поэтому "аксессуаров" написала) или одежды. От таких слов как " Lancome", "Chanel", "Kanebo", "D&C", "LV" и т.д. их лицах озаряются сумасшедшими улыбками и наступает ощущение полного счастья ( при условии сочетания желания и материальных возможностей, конечно).
Мое же тело реагирует на слова типа " Waterman", "Faber Castle", "Pilot", "Derwent" and so on.
И вот лежу я сейчас довольная и счастливая, а рядом со мной куча цветных карандашей " Faber Castle" и ручек и всего всего
Вот оно счастье.....
( продолжение следует....) | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
| A new version of the old Finnish song - Njet, Lavroff!
Во время войны с СССР в Финляндии была создана песня «Нет, Молотов»:
Финляндия, Финляндия,
туда опять держит путь Иван.
Раз Молотов обещал, что все будет хорошо
и уже завтра в Хельсинки они будут есть мороженое.
Нет, Молотов! Нет, Молотов!
Ты врешь даже больше, чем Бобриков!
Теперь появился новый вариант этой песни. Место Молотова занял Лавров, а место Бобрикова - Молотов. Внесены и другие реалии современности, но целом текст остался прежним, как и политика хозяев Кремля:
Gruzija, Gruzija,
sinne taas matkalla oli Iivana.
Kun Lavroffi lupas' juu kaikki harošii,
huomenna jo Tbilisissä syödään marošii.
Njet, Lavroff, njet, Lavroff,
valehtelit enemmän kuin itse Molotoff.
Gruzija, Gruzija,
Saakashvilin linja oli vastus ankara.
Kun Osetiasta alkoi hirmu tulitus,
loppui monen Iivanan puhepulistus.
Njet, Lavroff, njet, Lavroff,
valehtelit enemmän kuin itse Molotoff.
Gruzija, Gruzija
sitä pelkää voittamaton Puna-Armeija.
Ja Lavruoffi sanoi että katsos tšort vozjmi,
Tshorni aikoo käydä meitä kraivelista kii.
Njet, Lavroff, njet, Lavroff,
valehtelit enemmän kuin itse Molotoff.
Uralin taa, Uralin taa,
siellä onpi Lavroffin torpan maa.
Sinne pääsee Putinit ja muutkin huijarit,
politrukit, komissaarit ja feesbejarit.
Njet, Lavroff, njet, Lavroff,
valehtelit enemmän kuin itse Molotoff.
Авторы новой версии - kirkonhiiri и rutopist | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | Tags: | black metal | | Subject: | What is black metal? | | Time: | 11:39 pm | | Current Mood: | ![[mood icon]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/charitycam/stars/thoughtful.gif) thoughtful |
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| HMMMMMM!!!! Now there's a question!!
I've been pondering over this question for a good while now. I thought "maybe I should write a black metal related post in my lj" or something along those lines. But then, hey presto! I'm lazy and I forgot. I was gonna leave it till tomorrow but Scott's lying asleep....and snoring, so it gives me something to do.
When I'm on Youtube having a wee gander through the black metal gaff (documentaries, music videos) there's a constant stream of "this isn't music" "LOLORRRRZZZZ @ his face paint" or "OMG scary, I like hip hop" etc. On the face of it, most people see black metal as a bit of a jokey genre: a compilation of noise and blastbeats and a scene that acts as an outlet for people with a fuck-the-world attitude and a lust for ridiculous spikes and black clothing. And I'll be honest with you, if you look at videos on Youtube and search through images of black metal on a Google search, that's exactly what you'll find. But from a personal viewpoint, black metal is more than that. And I'll tell you why.
OK, lets start with a more mainstream black metal band, in particular a favourite of mine: Dimmu Borgir. An incredibly successful band and a target for ridicule. With ridiculous satanic offerings being passed off as videos, one might look upon this band and laugh. Again...rightly so. But only on face value. Delving into Dimmu Borgir's discography conjours up an array of wonders that even those with a classical ear would appreciate. 2001's Puritanical Euphoric Misanthropia is, in my opinion, the band's best work. Traditional black metal vocals are mixed with the outstanding drumming of one Nik Barker and throughout each song are classical string pieces intertwined with heavy rhythmic guitar work. Certain songs have additional clean, soaring vocals, which ultimately bring together a cacophany of strange and wonderous sounds into one complete album. Biased? Of course. But what I'm trying to say is that black metal can be more than just a noise. For those willing to sit down and appreciate it, only then will it be understood that there is a high degree of musicianship within these albums.
And thats just the musical side of it. To me, black metal stands out from all other genres as a symbol of solitude. The traditional sense of black metal focuses on the self and a single entity: as a lone figure. Norwegian black metal grew from the wilderness of the countryside, by people who wanted to detach themselves from the mainstream way of life to an alternative, darker, and individual living. From a personal viewpoint, black metal stands as a reflection of personal understanding and growth: Who am I? What are my true beliefs? What do I want to achieve in this life? These ideas don't come from corpsepaint-clad frontmen screaming from a cheap recording: these ideas grow from the atmospheric ideas of solitude and personal belief. I don't particularly admire most black metal artists, in fact I think most of them are arseholes. But what I do enjoy is the idea that black metal can be an individual experience, something that's dark, underground and away from most mainstream societies; an underground passage of self expression with an overtone of personal discovery. This isn't everyones vision of black metal, but that's why its such a great genre. Everyone can have different opinions of it. The angry 17 year old can Hail Satan and raise his devil horns while the secluded intellectual can gain an understanding of the self while listening to the heavy undertones of a personal struggle to exist. I guess thats a bit of an exaggeration, but if these ideas were applied in a musical context (a solo project for example) then these thoughts make sense. For those folk (myself included) who write music in a black metal style, music aside, the atmosphere created from the song is a wonderful entity of self-expression which I don't feel is achieved in same context in other genres.
I'm kinda going on a bit so I'd better some up cos I'm rather tired. Black metal isn't all about image. Look beneath the exterior and find a deep, meaningful and passionate genre of music that can be musically exciting and psychologically challenging ;) | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | Subject: | I have THE best relatives in the world! | | Time: | 11:34 pm | | Current Mood: | amused |
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| I went to a parent's reunion at school with my cousin (who's 14), as my aunt's not that good with the german language and my uncle had to work, but that's not what I wanted to tell you about.
I went to my aunt's house afterwards to tell her about the things the old bat (i.e. my cousin's teacher) told the parents about and this conversation ended up with this:
my aunt: Did he tell you about his friend and the mobile that happened two days ago?
me: Ehm... no?
My aunt calls for my cousin to tell me about the "my friend and my mobile" story
me: So, what happened?
my cousin: He's stupid! We played football and when I got home, I recognised that my mobile was gone. So I went back and asked who got it. Noone said anything until a guy came to me and told me, that he saw my friend taking it. So I asked my friend about my phone and he said: It's mine now, I found it!. So I said: "You stupid son of a sausage, you found it in my bag!!"
me: Good boy, stand up for your rights!!
my aunt: The story doesn't finish here...
me: Why? What happened next?
my cousin: Oh, I don't know. I just remember my fist touching his nose and then he was lying on the ground bleeding, so I took my phone and went back home.
The funniest thing about this (I think) is: He called him son of a sausage!!!
Du Sohn einer Wurst!!! looooooool
I feel a little sorry for this bleeding guy, but hey... honestly: you just don't mess with my cousin! :-p | | comments: 7 comments or Leave a comment |
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Слишком много людей тратят деньги, которых они не заработали, на вещи, которые им ни к чему, только для того - чтобы впечатлить людей, которых они терпеть не могут.
Уилл Роджерс. | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
| "The king is enthralled by your beauty; honor him, for he is your lord." --Psalm 45:11 (NIV)
And indeed was beauty beheld, from many floors, among the soothing scents of old wood and perfumes, the softening, glistening chandeliers, the refreshing sounds of the piano and the harpsichord, and every array of red, blue, green, lavender, white.. and of course black..
and I do mean beauty:
Of course such beauty if so appropriate only in the Great City of New York and to such a supreme haven of wonder did I do my Sojourn..
But first let's yak about it all..
SATURDAY:
I left early to make sure I had a good place in line for the Chinatown bus. I took a cab up there only to find out I was an hour earlier than anticipated, and since there was no line and few people on the 7am bus, I went ahead and boarded with no problem..
Off to NYC!
I will remember the more memorable moment when two stoner-like guys recalled how a friend of theirs decided to get married as a scavenger hunt stunt.. I have now officially heard the freakiest story of all time: someone deciding to get married as a scavenger hunt stunt, to a total stranger.. This tops meathooks from the ceiling, 5000-year old vampires and mumming..
I arrive at the more real Chinatown (ours is so not even close to this one) and of course obligate myself to a gigantic lunch of egg drop soup, roast duck (as an appetizer) and Hong Kong steak; the biggest lunch I've had in a while so of course tummy was full and full of Asian goodness (numminess)..
Then the worst moment of the entire weekend occurred: while trying to take a picture of the Beijing Olympics flag I saw nearby I drop my camera onto the ground - it literally bounced off the sidewalk. It was severely damaged; I can no longer choose camera settings or selection and the flash no longer operates. Basically, it's reduced to point-and-shoot-in-daytime-only. Time for a new one. So I will humbly apologize in advance as my pics of Dances of Vice will be very poor. The subject matter, however, will be beyond description as how fabulous, how exquisite, how fantastic, how ethereal..
I find my way to the hotel as a NYC worker pro knows how: Take the 6 train nearly at Canal St. uptown to Grand Central and transfer to the 7 train eastbound to Queens where my hotel is. My hotel is at the end of 39th St near 50th Avenue (in case you wanted to know), across from a very grand, very large and very old cemetery. Again, NYC knows how to greet me properly!! My hotel is across from a cemetery! Problem is, the cemetery is separated from me by the Queens Expressway so walking across the street is not happening.
I immediately check on everyone from Da Local Scene to see how they're fairing and agree to meet up later.. because it was time for my day nap to sleep part of the accursed daylight away. Ok, I was tired.
I get up, take some cool shots of the Manhattan Skyline (Empire State Building and Chrysler Building) from Queens and then return to change clothes to get ready for the Ethereal, and to go to meet fortyhumans at Gothic Renaissance, at East 11th St @ 4th Avenue in the East Village (in case you wanted to go, which you should, if anything to see how Goths should properly dress, if Goths had an unlimited budget, that is). So she and I went around looking at the most beautiful clothes I have ever seen, and then we went to an authentic NYC deli for her to have dinner and for me to have a nice banana shake and coffee. Then it's off to Dances of Vice!!
We get there to meet up with Marti and gothicdoll1 and Gaby; I also see Christopher (DJ Strange) and DJ Witch from our local scene (Wasteland!), but then I see wonders beyond my imagination.. oh and I also saw Voltaire..
In one room an opera singer was serenading an audience to a harpsichord; in another room a Vaudevillian troupe finishes a potentially elegantly baudy routine; in another room a Rococo fashion show takes place that would make Marie Antoinette proud.. There was Asian bellydancing, Edwardian storytellers, vendors selling insects in amber, an astrolabe, and all wonders of the eye and the ear everywhere you went, and yes, absinthe..
For me, time just stopped and went into a Münchhausenian dreamscape. I did meet some very, very nice people in the most fabulous clothes I have ever seen in my life, people like Adrian, Daniel, Numi, Steve, Steward, Dave and Nicole, Shana, and that poor lady with the broken foot who needed help tearing down her booth..
Why did this wonder have to end? Actually it didn't.. fortyhumans, Gaby and I followed Steve, Steward, Dave and Nicole, Shana and another girl whose name I forget from the Montauk Club in Brooklyn (THE most fabulous venue on earth, makes Town look like a warehouse) to Don Hill's in Manhattan for the afterparty at Salvation. DJ Patrick and Lucas Lanthier spun some interesting mixes of goth and more goth (and ebm, sorry to say), while I had the most awesome time in NYC experiencing some of the nicest people - even the normies were cool!!! One drunken normie dude complimented me on my cross!! We in fact got lots of compliments from people the whole night; I met this normie guy Owen, from Ireland, who totally loved being among us at Salvation.
[If Frontliners are reading this, Salvation is here! - they will get it]
I met 2 girls from Serbia, this somewhat normie industrial lover Dave whose parents are Norwegian, had a great time talking outside to Daniel and Numi (Salon Con? We shall see..), and before I knew it it was 4am and time to go back to my hotel for sleep..
SUNDAY:
I get up, barely, to have some pittance some people call breakfast (cereal and tiny sausages constitute.. what?), and then go back to sleep, get up, dress and get out of the hotel..
I try to find one of four churches I want to go see that Sunday, but Graffiti Church starts at 10AM (WRONG!), NYCI starts at 10AM (WRONG!), The Awakening Church starts at 4PM (I can deal, but it's right before I have to catch the bus) and Revolution NYC (well after my bus leaves at 6PM), so I choose.. to go all over Manhattan to find a Kinko's to find these churches - too late - and then go down to Greenwich Village for my favorite pizza at Keravas Pizza N Pita, and then take some shots of Limelight and then head onto the bus and go tragically home..
Have to run, about to miss the Metro | | comments: 5 comments or Leave a comment |
| An article in Jakobstads Tidning about the job fair held in Jakobstad, in the west of Finland, which I attended. My personality got extensive coverage - three paragraphs and a photo. See the translation at the bottom.
Jakobstads Tidning, 26.7.2008
http://www.ot.fi/story.aspx?storyID=24132
JAKOBSTAD. Jurij Belov hörsammar uppmaningen och vill komma hit. Han var en av drygt 500 besökare på minimässan som projektet "Kom hit" ordnade i stadsbiblioteket i Jakobstad i går.
-Jag är översättare och helst skulle jag ha ett arbete där jag kan använda mina språkkunskaper. Men jag vill gärna flytta hit och i början tar jag också emot fysiska arbeten, sade Belov som har både ryskt och kanadensiskt medborgarskap.
Han talar ryska, svenska, engelska och franska. Han bor nu i Tammerfors men där är problemet att hans finska inte är tillräckligt bra. Främst har han arbetat som översättare i Ryssland och Kanada, men också som socioterapeut i Sverige.
-Mässan är mycket nyttig. Här har jag fått många kontakter och nu vet jag mera om olika företag i trakten.
Jurij Belov från Tammerfors får hjälp av Carl-Johan Lundström från Jakobstads arbetskraftsbyrå på minimässan i stadsbibliotekets tidningsläsesal i går. Enligt Belov var mässan, avsedd för potentiella återvändare och inflyttare, mycket nyttig. Foto: Jonas Brunnström
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