This is John Irving, author of one of my favourite books, "The Hotel New Hampshire". The Finn happened to notice that he was going to be making the rounds. We caught him at Akateeminen kirjakauppa. In his new book, "Until I Find You", his character goes through Finland. He talked about his grandfather who played women's roles during WWII. I don't think the interviewer who is the Finnish translator actually translated this to audience. He apparently based the main character Jack on some aspects of his grandfather. He talked about how there are more photos of his grandfather in drag than in men's clothing. He was really great and their were tons of people there.
Sunday, July 02, 2006
I love my Canon Powershot A620
I have been using the macro quite often. My latest thing was going out, finding insects, and taking close ups of them. It really grosses me out but I love it. It is sick. I have tons more photos of them in the Creatures set on my flickr page.
Makasinit, The aftermath
The whole country remebers when the makasinit were torched. I finally made my way down there to check it out. Crazy fuckers, I swear. These people who burned this are stupid. So, the building in the backgound is Finlandia Talo which was designed by the famous Finnish architect Alvar Aalto.
Lunch with the girls after graduation
So, I forgot to mention. I graduated from that talouskoulu (home ec) course I was taking for the last 5 months. Basically, this was the last time I'd be in a työvoimatoimisto intergration program and taking classes for it. I applied to practical nurse and nursing programs for next year. Anyway, these are some of my classmates having lunch after our graduation ceremony. I think they are nice and all but I am not the stay in touch type.
Typical Finnish Birthday Cake
I forgot to mention that I made this sucker. It looks good, huh. It was good. It was the ancient Finnish secret recipie. Ok. So, everybody in Finland knows how to make these cakes, just like how they know how to open a can with that crankless wheeless Finnish can opener.
This way out of Stocko.
This is one of last photos I took before I left Helsinki. I miss it. I feel like I am missing all these activities that are going on over there, like gay pride Helsinki which just happened. Well, I would have probably been lazy like I was the day of the Samba festival and not gone out for it.
Welcome Back, Chica
Odele pues. I am back in my hometown for the rest of the summer. It is nice to see the family and meet friends. I have just been hanging out and watching the world cup whenever it is on. Well, in this town that is about all you can do.
Friday, May 05, 2006
Vappu 2006
Entonces, it was that time of the year when the students in there funky suits get hung from a crane to put the giant cap on Havis Amanda the symbol of Helsinki. Due it a mix up, I again did not make it to the city to witness that. I heard there were like 30,000 people.Pues, I made it to Kaivopuisto the next day to witness the spectacle. I didn't even bother bringing any picnic crap because I hate eating outside. Plus, who can relax surrounded by some many people. There was hardly room to maneuver.
Among the memorable sites were the great long pissing trough for the men. Speaking of men pissing, not only did I witness the usual pissing on a tree but one fancily dressed guy in a tux whipping out his bollocks and pissing into the sea. Bloody hell. Of course, I took a damn picutre. That fucker is lucky I wasn't closer and could zoom in more. Another interesting site was the portable sauna with only half naked guys coming out of it. Then, of course, there was the giant trash bin fire. Followed by miracle upon miracles a trio of police officers smiling at me while I was trying to snap some serious news footage. Then, after a long day and at the opposite end of the park past nearly all the litter, I decided to go home. Oh, yes, as it is the custom to wear the cap you get for graduation from 'high school', I wore mine compliments of 1988 Azusa High. Just so I looked ever bit as clownish as the rest of the folk, I also wore my lettermen (varsity) jacket. Maybe that is why the cops were smiling. They were laughing at me not with me.
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