Archive for January, 2016

Freebie 5

Saturday, January 30th, 2016

or: the laminated list I never got to the end of.

5.

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Temuera Morrison


4.

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Norman Reedus


3.

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Colin Farrell


2.

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Joel Kinnaman


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Bono


…should the opportunity ever present itself.

This is my church

Thursday, January 28th, 2016

Stay.
I’m burning slow.

With me in the rain, walking in the soft rain.
Calling out my name.
See me burning slow.

Moments burn, slow burning golden nights.
Once more see city lights, holding candles to the flame.
Brilliant days, wake up on brilliant days.
Shadows of brilliant ways change me all the time.

Somewhere there is some place, that one million eyes can’t see.
And somewhere there is someone, who can see what I can see.

-Simple Minds – Someone, Somewhere, In Summertime

Of the lack of humanity

Monday, January 25th, 2016

Some recent events here in my native Finland have sort of re-sparked my interest in war history. I have been an avid fan of war movies and war documentaries as well as war literature since I was in my teens. I’m deeply moved by the events and destinies of people. I’m not so much interested in what battaglion did what and who was commanding which company, I’m more interested in the larger scale of things, like what events lead to the beginning of a hostility that sparked a grand-scale war but also the minuscule things, the people who actually were there, what they thought and how they survived.

But I’m getting technical here. Let’s get back to the recent events.

Now, it seems the whole of Europe is facing a crisis in the form of refugees. The amount of people on the move is huge, it’s by no means unheard of, but it’s a LOT. Here in Finland we’re used to having a around 3000-ish asylum seekers annually. Last year? 30 000+. Thirty. Thousand. That’s ten times the usual. I’m not surprised people find this problematic, even more so, because the economy is fucked, Finland is facing an economic crisis like never before on it’s own, even without an extra 30 000 people, who are in need of shelter. I’ve said this before and I will say this until I’m blue in the face if needs be: in a country of roughly 5 million people, who are largely a uniform crowd of your basic white nordics, 30 000 people from a completely different sort of culture and religious background is not a walk in the park, there are bound to be problems. You’d have to be a monumental idiot not to realise that.

Why am I suddenly writing a -let’s face it- angry rant about this, again?

In the last few weeks, or months, really, here in Finland, some knobheads have taken upon themselves to form street patrols to ‘help keep the streets safe for Finnish women and children’. This is happening in ten, maybe fifteen cities, the street patrols consisting mainly of around ten-fifteen men. Now, they claim they help to prevent crimes and if they see a crime happening, they will inform the police about it and let them handle it. It all sounds nice and good and with the police force having insufficient funding and thus being unable to patrol in the streets like before, this sounds like a good way of keeping the community a little safer.

Except.

These patrollers rave on how they want to save the Finnish women and children from getting raped in the streets. They weren’t one bit concerned before the refugee crisis ‘exploded’ on our hands. Not one bit. It seems it was ok for these people to have Finnish men raping and trolling about the streets, because, once again, they only started towards the end of last year. To top it off, the head honcho is a self-proclaimed national socialist and has posed in numerous pictures with nazi memorabilia. A good number of these patrollers have convictions of violent crimes, also towards children and women, who they claim to protect. What? Like you beat up a woman and then suddenly realise you want to protect them?

And it’s not so much even the painfully apparent double standard or the badly hidden racism, it’s the complete and utter lack of understanding of history. Of understanding even the least bit about where we, as Europeans come from. It’s been less than a hundred years since a well-documented party of seemingly good people took over Germany and it all went tits up in the most gruesome, horrible ways.

Some of the people supporting these street patrols are -of course- normal people, who are only concerned about the safety of themselves and their children and it’s fine. It’s completely ok to be worried, people can be -as we’ve noticed- shitty and horrible towards eachother. But it’s not ok to categorically just ignore all the worrying signs of this action. You have national socialists running street patrols, who are looking for people who are comitting a crime (or anything resembling one) towards a Finn, then essentially ‘preventing’ it. I can only imagine the ways this preventing will be done, since the internet forums supporting these patrols are full of people writing all kinds of disgusting violent fantasies. Do you not see the resemblance to 1930’s Germany? Is it really that hard to see the parallels?

My god, there are people wishing for concentration camps for the refugees. There are people wishing genocides on them. Like, have you people even been in a history class? This is revolting, it churns my stomach and it makes me extremely worried for my son. What kind of world will he be living in? How many times do humans need to repeat all of it’s mistakes before changing the way we think? Was all of the suffering of all the wars in the 1900’s for nothing?

Have we as a species learnt absolutely nothing? Nothing?

Song of The Week – Come Tomorrow

Saturday, January 23rd, 2016

I’ve told you before, on probably many occasions, how I see music in colours and images. Well, Chicane’s Come Tomorrow is one of those songs that paint a very definitive image on my mind.

There’s a city, surrounded by a wall, in the middle of a desert. It’s gone through some apocalyptic shit, the buildings have only a few windows that are not smashed in, the ripped curtains flowing in the harsh desert wind. There are burned cars all around, dead people rotting under the burning sun. There are two people, a man and a woman, in smeared, blood-stained clothes, guns on their backs, walking out of the city, hand in hand. At the gate they look back at the city, then at eachother and then to the vast desert ahead of them. The wind is blowing, their ripped clothes flowing with it.

I feel there’s a story there, I feel like I know these people. I know they’ve been through all hell and back before reaching the gate and starting their journey across the desert. I know they have some dark tales to tell, about the city and about the monster that used to run things there.

I’m just waiting for them to tell me.

State of the Nation

Sunday, January 17th, 2016

So as (the two of) you (still bothering) might have noticed, I didn’t update anything about christmas or indeed new year’s or anything up until mid-January.

I spiraled into a horrible anxiety-ridden depression in the beginning of December, when I had to give up my looney pills, once again because of side effects. There were also other issues regarding health that added to my anxiety and made the problem worse. But a little over a week ago things started to change.

I’m slowly trying to get better, I’m trying to hold my head above the surface.