tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63391072011-09-05T05:21:25.157+03:00Things you do when you get older.HyperBobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13701627204839700628noreply@blogger.comBlogger2481100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6339107.post-3915095172230452652007-04-28T23:43:00.000+03:002008-12-11T17:43:21.932+02:00

I got this book from the library thinking it might be a laugh, but it is the most unamusing book I have ever read. It has got the feel of a scientific article to it. You know, everything thoroughly researched, cross-referenced, with multiple citations.I would not want this author for a friend. Since I think I would tire very quickly of his conversations, but then he is a passionate defender of

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I am looking forward to the earth warming up and the growing season getting underway. The Spring has been long and dry, but in the last few days there has been a fair bit of rain which has coaxed the plants into springing from the earth, or the trees to bud. It is wonderful to see nature awaken after a long hard dark winter. In England I loved roses, but here in Finland with the harsher climate,

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Why don't you treat me right Originally uploaded by Selma Sol€. So the night was cold and three girls went out to shiver under the midnight moon.The girl with the blue silk dress slit to the thigh soon had someones arms wraped around her to keep her warm.The girl with lowcut dress did not have long to wait before her back was being stroked. Really it was to keep her warm.The girl with the

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Who says bikers don't drink Pernod Originally uploaded by Selma Sol€. Sixty Euros on the meter and heading out further into the sticks with three drunk bikers in the back seat. They are drinking a bottle of red wine each. The bearded one says a man is not a man unless he can take a punch straight on the nose and not even blink. I roar my approval at this eminent thought, and from the

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Listening notes: (time line through the second opera of the Ring cycle)9:40 Begins with the luftwaffe taking off on a bombing mission. Lost my place cos I was to busy making myself a pot of tea. I need some sort of sustainance to listen to over 3 hours of Wagner.9:45 Robert DeNiro sheds a tear in his own private operabox at the sweetness of it. Young lovers gaze rapt into each others eyes. She

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Baudelaire said of Wagner "I love Wagner, but then again, the music I prefer is that of a cat hung up by its tail outside a window trying to stick to the panes of glass with its claws."Wagner is thought to be a fascist dwarf with big ideas. Big ideas like that short arse Napoleon who marched on Moscow. Big ideas like stumpy Adolf who marched on Moscow. Don't you just hate short people, you have

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The theatre is packed. It is a bowtie and tails affair, with a mad sprinkling of cocktail dresses thrown in. A piano is rolled onto the stage. The audience wonders if it is a "prepared piano" A few loose scews and bolts drop onto the floor as the piano is pushed across the stage. The lid of the piano is not closed and poking out from under the lid is the front wheel of a ladies bicycle, and

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Rock & Doris Originally uploaded by George Harris-Tweed. Just watched a movie called Send me no flowers. It stared Rock Hudson who was gay and Doris Day who is a gay icon. Rock and Doris made three films together and in this movie Doris wears lovely little pastel shaded bows in her hair. She is the twitering dumb blonde of a wife from the american 60's. Rock and Doris kissed alot.In the taxi

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Car accident woman Originally uploaded by D. Nile. Then a woman said, Speak to us of Joy and Sorrow.And he answered:Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.And how else can it be?The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup

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Rob kick starts his imaginary motorbikeOriginally uploaded by Sid Aurther. Now its been twenty-five years or moreI've roamed this land from shore to shoreFrom Tyne to Tamar, Severn to ThamesFrom Moor to Vale, from Peak to Fen.Played in cafes and pubs and barsIve stood in the street with my old guitarBut I'd be richer than all the restIf I had a pound for each requestFor Duelling Banjos, American

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Johtaja TiuraOriginally uploaded by Sid Aurther. Picked up "Johtaja Tiura" from a pub and drove him to another pub. We stopped off at a bank automatic to get some money. He is a painter. He gave me a tip and offered me coffee in the pub. I declined.He then emptied his rucksack and gave me 0.5 kg of prime mince meat., 0.5 kg of stewing steak, four chicken breasts in honey marinade, 2 slabs of

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Erik: Continuation war infantryman Originally uploaded by Pam Flett. On passing over the bridge at Kivenlahti Eric said that we were entering foreign soil, and that up until the mid 50's the Russians occupied the Porkkalan peninsula. Just imagine battalions of Russian troops just 30km away from Helsinki.He talked about "Porkkalan Blue" apparantly the Russians painted everything blue. He

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Music can name the unknameable and communicate the unknowable~ Leonard BrensteinIn the end I think of music as saving grace for all humanity~ Henry MillerMusic is well said to be the speach of angels, in fact nothing among the utterences of man is felt to be so divine. It brings us near to the infinite~ Thomas CarlyleMusic is a moral law. It gives soul to the universe wings to the mind, flight to

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The end of a perfect day Originally uploaded by HyperBob. SAFE IN THE HARBOUR(Eric Bogle)Have you stood by the ocean, on a diamond-hard morningAnd felt the hor-izon stir deep in your soulWatched the wake of a steamer as it cut through blue waterAnd been gripped by a fever you just can't controlOh to throw off the shackles and fly with the seagullsTo where green waves tumble before a

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"You know at airports they have these massage chairs?""Those big black things, as big as a leather porno sofa, and you just pop a coin in the slot, and you get a good going over, better than a security guard giving you a full body search at Munich airport""Yeah well in Hydra they have these famous cat cushions. They are fantastic. They are made to look like real cats, and you will find them on

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Step right up, step right up, step right up,Everyone's a winner, bargains galore That's right, you too can be the proud owner Of the quality goes in before the name goes on One-tenth of a dollar, one-tenth of a dollar, we got service after sales You need perfume? we got perfume, how 'bout an engagement ring? Something for the little lady, something for the little lady, Something for the little

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The problem is twofold, snoring and dampness. On a sailing boat the cabins are small and if chance has it you might land it a cabin with a mighty snorer. It is usually big men on their backs that can snore up a storm.You just might get to sleep if the snoring is as regular as a cross-cut saw. If it has a rythme to it, you can imaging a clock ticking, or sheep jumping over a hurdle, and you just

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Mad dogs with UFO spirits in them Originally uploaded by HyperBob. Her coat was that green woolen Austrian type and she wore a felt hat with a peacock feather in it. She was short, Her hair was short, sort of like that designer woman in the "Incredibles". She was bossing a young man from the airport who was carrying a transport box with a dog in it."Put my baby on the back seat. He wont make

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Excerpt from Dairy:The rainbow boys beat us into the harbour at Hydra, and anchored safely behind the water break. Hydra harbour is small and messy and you have to drop anchor and reverse back to the moorings, which makes life complicated.With too many boats attempting to do this at the same time the anchor chains were getting tangled in a mess. But that would be a problem for another day. We

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The sky was supposed to be blue. The sun smiling down on us, but instead there was a miserable drizzle that set the boats packing. Nobody want to stand out in th rain selling pickled herring. So the weekend saw the end of the baltic herring market in the south harbour.Everybody was shutting up shop, and they had cooked excessive amounts of muikku and salmon, so despite the rain people were still

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The ascent of the spining fork onions to heaven Originally uploaded by HyperBob. There is a a project on Flickr caled the Iron Photographer, something like the Iron Chef where you are given a few ingredients and asked to concoct some meal from it, but in this case the creation is a photograph.This time it wasSomething from your fridge. I had some onionsSomething from your toolbox. Well if

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She was born and lived on an island that was 24 kilometres from Helsinki. Her father was a fisherman, and in the morning he would take her to school by boat. In the winter the sea would freeze over. That would have been fine because she could have walked to the mainland, but the ferry boats to Sweden passed her island everyday and smashed the ice, so she always had to make a short rowing boat

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This is a medal won by my grandfather in 1905. He jumped over 19 feet 10 inches in the long leap, and I was told he won 10 shillings as a prize. He left Wick Caithnesshire and went to Argentina to become a Goucho.He came back to Scotland and at the age of 40 married a girl of 16. They had four children. I never saw my grandmother. She died before I was born. The only time I saw my grandfather he

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Fire throwers before the parliment Originally uploaded by HyperBob. Hey dude like that is one firey stick you got there. What you say we do some flame swirling in unison. You know like Ugh them Berkley babes or something. Like when they swim in the water an all. Synchronised stuff with flames instead of water. Wouldn't that be cool. I mean like it would be kalidescopic. Psychodelic

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Somebody drops down dead drunk in the street. People stop and stare. One person bends over him to see if he is OK. A woman with a shoping bag marches resolutely passed him. The man in the cowboy hat observes but continues to pick away on his violin and tap his toe in time. The models in the windows ingnore the whole scene. The man behind the camera he snaps and moves on.

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Buildings that stay in one place have been around for centuries. Before that there were movable dwellings. A few sticks covered with skins. When the herd moved on the dwelling place moved with them. When the grass was no longer, the skins were rolled up and the sticks bound together, and new pastures were saught.Mongolians lived in yurts, Indians in wigwams, Arabs in tents, and the Jews had a

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In the summer the well runs dry, but this year because of the really warm weather the well was empty earlier than expected. Still, being a few meters underground the well is the coolest place to store food, since the summerhouse does not have any fridge, due to the fact it does not have any electricity.So a side of salmon was put into a bucket and lowered into the well to keep it cool. However

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Camera: Panasonic DMC-TZ1Exposure: 15 sec (15)Aperture: f/4.1Focal Length: 28.2 mmISO Speed: 80Exposure Bias: 0/1677721600 EVFlash: Flash did not fireWe think that if we know the details of something, then we have a better understanding of how that thing came to be. The existance of a photo depends on the presence of a camera and a person taking the photograph. That is only stating the

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The last camera I had it was impossible to take photos of fire work displays. By the time the shutter clicked the fireworks were gone. My new camera does much better.The run up to the fireworks night was not so good since I failed miserably trying to take photos of a full moon which was blood red... (something to do with the smoke and pollutants coming from the forest fires in Russia). Then I

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Run and Spit dance Originally uploaded by HyperBob. The run & spit dance is not very complicated. I basically has two major moves to it, namely running and spitting. You can also flail your arms about like a windmill, and shake your hair about wildly until it gets all tangled and knottyThe dance has been successful if you hair gets in such a mess that your mother can not get a hair brush

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Sunflower SutraI walked on the banks of the tincan banana dock and sat down under the huge shade of a Southern Pacific locomotive to look at the sunset over the box house hills and cry. Jack Kerouac sat beside me on a busted rusty iron pole, companion, we thought the same thoughts of the soul, bleak and blue and sad-eyed, surrounded by the gnarled steel roots of trees of

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In Vantaa there is a field of sunflowers and on Sunday I went for a walk in this field. Vantaa city has a policy that anybody can go into the field and pick the sunflowers for themselves or to give away as presents.I think it is a wonderful policy that flowers are grown for the pleasure and joy of the public. When I was there, many families were out for an afternoon walk and were moving through

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I remember when I was driving to India in a 1954 80" SWB Land Rover. We decided to be economical and drive there at 40 mph so as to get the best fuel consumption.You do not do this on an autobahn in Germany because truck drivers have schedules to meet, and business-men have to do their business, and they don't want a bunch of long haired hippies sauntering along in the slow lane at 40 mph.Taking

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Birds are a problem since they seem to like strawberries even more than humans. So what can you do to keep them off your berries. Well one enterprising lady painted stones red and then laid them out amongst the strawberry plants. Now that will give their little beaks something to think about.Some people show no subtlety and they just enclose the strawberries in netting. That is just pain unfair.

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I saw a woman painting her toolbox and I strolled over to her to say that I wanted to paint some flowers on the black toolbox that I had made from some scrap wood I had found at a dump. She said that she already had some acrylic paint and was just waiting for the cream paint she was applying to dry and then she would be doing some flowers as well. Do you ever get that feeling that someone steals

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Everyone takes photos of flowers from above and they take a long shot so there is some sort of perspective, but I thought I would take a worms eye view of some flowers... do worms have eyes???Well first of all you can never frame the picture properly, and you never know what kind of picture you are going to get since you can not look at the LCD to see what you are aiming at.But the one good thing

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This is Irma and her friend they were at the Soukka allotments tending their flower garden and wearing big sun hats. The weather has been glorious and most days it has been 25C.Irma has a large patch of pumpkins and she wanted to thin out the plants so she offered me one to plant on my compost heap. I took it and made it a mound of horse manure to grow in. It is bordered on both sides with Krass

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So I have got a new allotment down by the sea in Soukka. The ground is in a clearing in the forest and it receives sun most of the day. There is a cool breeze coming off the sea so it makes it easy to work. The people on these allotments are mostly Finns and only two "refugees" from Iran and Afghanistan have migrated to Soukka. It would appear that there are quite a lot of free allotments that

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She was about fifty, a good looking woman. Lived in the better part of Westend in a flat four flights up. I had to go in and get her because she needed help, needed assistance getting down the stairs. She held my arm and we walked down very slowly. She clutched the banister with her other hand, fearful that she might fall. I had to drive her to the doctors.During the conversation it came out that

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Best before 13-4-00 Originally uploaded by HyperBob. I would say it is a very rare occasion that you meet someone who has had a heart transplant.I picked up a woman with a broken leg and took her to Meilahti hospital. She had slipped on some ice a few weeks ago, when she was out walking her dog.At the hospital she was going to have her cast taken off and at the same time they were going to

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Best before 19-11-66Originally uploaded by HyperBob. Everything in your fridge has a Best-Before date on them.Milk goes bad... well not really it just changes. Some little microbe decides that it can reproduce by utilizing the lactose which is a sugar in the milk and as a by product lactic acid is produced.Of course since all the milky goodness is now forced to exist in an acid environment the

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Doof It has been said by the Greeks that whom the Gods would destroy first they make insane. But then again the Greeks had strange ideas about Gods. The Greeks never got angry. It was always the goddess of anger that invaded their heart. It was she that made them go to war and fight. The Goddess of war was responsible for all the evil that they did to each other.Kapow But then there was also the

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The first thing you see is the shirt collar. One peak of the collar is sticking out over the pullover, while the other one is tucked in underneath the pullover. If you look closely one trouser leg will often be hitched up over the top of the bootleg, and the overcoat will be buttoned up wrongly, the first button having been put into the second buttonhole, so the whole coat is hanging lopsided off

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SATURNOriginally uploaded by HyperBob. Planetary Alignment Decreases GravityBritish astronomer Patrick Moore announced on BBC Radio 2 that a once-in-a-lifetime astronomical event was going to occur that listeners could experience at home.The planet Pluto would pass behind Jupiter, temporarily causing a gravitational alignment that would counteract and lessen the Earth's own gravity.Moore told

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1) Picked up an old customer with a city card. Last time it did not work and she had to pay with money. This time it was OK. She sat silent for most of the journey, wondering no doubt if that idiot of a driver would get her card to work this time.2) Picked up an old man and took him to Heikkitori. He spoke in a very strange way as though he had a speach impediment. It turns out he had a by-pass

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Kullervo is a good name. Solid from the Kalevela and he flew a Fokker during the winter war, and during the contiuation war, and in the Lapland war. He was an aerial photographer and he flew a biplane called a Fokker 104.It was a good plane because it was so maneuverable, by comparison the Russian planes were slow and combersome. If they were being chased the pilot would put the plane into a step

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The classicOriginally uploaded by Pip. Did I dream it or was there a play about somebody who placed lots of speak your weight machines at the north pole in the hope that they would attract lots of ships with their promises of substantial weight loss, and then the world goes into this wobble, and no longer spins evenly on its axis, and the seas pile up, and people on bikes going down hills go into

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Washboard sky Originally uploaded by HyperBob. Sure the sky is big and it has got many colours, the yellows, reds and blues, and nobody asks who paints the sky those colours, and why on different days you get a different pallette, but what surprises me more, is who was the first person to knit?I mean to say there were no shops to go out and buy knitting needles, and there were no handy balls

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Ladies and gentlemen of the class of '05Wear sunscreen.If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth.Oh, never mind. You will not

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What is the temperature.-It is -10CDrive to Pohjantori and we will wait. Even if we have to wait until 8 o'clock.-That is about an hour away and the meter will be running.Don't worry you will get your money. Put the radio on.-What station?Savelradio I like the voice of the man on there.-Do you think you can tell something about a person from their voice?No.-Why not?Johnny Forsberg had a voice as

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1) A man from Oulu thinks Finland will win medals in the winter olympics.2) Two old women say that no matter how nice they speak the Finnish language is so harsh that it sounds that they are arguing all the time.3) A man with a hip replacement said during the operation the doctors put lots of leads and tubes into his spine. He was told one sensor monitored if he would feel pain and then it would

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D: Do what? Anyway, what's a preposition, Pete?P: They're all them little words what tell you the relationship between a verb and a noun, or a noun and a noun. These little words can determine the entire meaning of a sentence.D: You've lost me already, Pete.P: Here's an example. Listen. "We are having beans for dinner".D: No, we aren't, Pete. We've been eating fish and chips. You want to

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"Soili, listen the driver is a Scot... marvellous innit Soili innit""Jo""Getting married tommorow, and how am I going to get this white paint off my chin? Soili hey Soili will it wash out?"Jo""Look since this is my stag party this ride should be for free... ex niin Soili?"Niin""Soili sweatheart... I really love you, do you love me?""No jo""But after the reception the pigs are comming to put me

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C.G. MannerheimOriginally uploaded by Kirja-addikti. I picked him up from the verteran's hospital in Kauninen, he was 85 if he was a day and came strutting out of the doorway, back as straight as a ramrod and a Mannerhiem hat on his head. A poor nurse came scuttling behind carrying his bags."To the airport"was all he said. The drive was uneventful and silent. Apon arrival he got out of the

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Auntie Bonker's Rice NoodlesOriginally uploaded by HyperBob. I quite like the idea of designing packaging for non-existant products. Bonk Ltd already does it for non-existant machines that have absolutely no purpose or function, but nevertheless look good, and might just work if you were able to find the right switch to turn them on.So what can you say about Auntie Bonker's Rice noodles. Well

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Alcohol dehydrogenase blues.Originally uploaded by HyperBob. Alcohol dehydrogenase bluesYou know what; there is a company up in Iceland that has got hold of the medical records of everyone on that island like, and they know about every disease that everyone has ever had. Tonsillitis, high blood pressure, multiple sclerosis, diabetes, schizophrenia; you name it, they know it.No shit man??? That

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I have tasted the salt of a woman's tears. It was the tenderest of moments. It happened when I kissed her cheek.When the sun goes away our shadows disappear, but I have cast a shadow that will never disappear, because the Almighty has cast his shadow over me.I have tasted the salt of my own tears, when they trickled down my cheek. They did not taste bitter.

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The girl with down's syndrom said "don't leave me honey," her mother said she had learn it from the "bold and the beautiful" Tv show. I said "that's OK by me Baby".At the speed bumps she raised her hands and went "Whee!!!" I drove faster at the next speed bump took my hands off the whell and went "Whee!!!" as well. She squirmed in the back seat with laghter.She was a waitress who during the war

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Went to the K-kaupat and pick up a recipe magazine from their fish counter and was insipred to make a pie with cold smoked salmon. You need to get creative sometimes, and then eat your ceation. It is part of being normal and stable that you can cook and eat. If you can't cook then you either have too much money or are lazy. If you can't eat then you are in serious trouble.The base of the pie had

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Bermuda TrianglesOriginally uploaded by HyperBob. I have been reading the book "No Logo" which is about multinational corporations and the hold they have on world markets. It is also about the exploitation of the poor. Production takes place in third world countries, while branding takes place in a highrise office in London.Modern commerce is all about "branding" and for some obscure reason

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stuck in sand Originally uploaded by jojoro. Rolf has a screw missing... from his rollator. He has multiple sclerosis and needs a rollator to get about, so it is not good that one of the handles is loose. He is very unsteady on his feet so it makes it difficult for him if his support is not solid.MS has effected his way of walking. He slaps his foot down and it somehow reminds me of a

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"Your job is simple. Just get customers quickly into the taxi, and get rid of them just as quick. No small talk, no shaking hands, no smiles, just get their cash and be on your way. But listen no buzzing around like a blue-arsed fly, no rushing from the airport to Kielaniemi just cos you think that is where all the customers will be.Customers are everywhere, and if you rush around you wont give

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"Of course the weekends are different, after eight o'clock you get your whores and thieves, but you will be OK in the mornings, cos that is the time when the grannies do their shopping. It is a different clientelle on a Saturday morning, you get your cripples and disabled, the blind and the senile, and they present a different set of problems to your whores and thieves. Simple ex niin?So the idea

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"The sooner you get it into your head that we are in a war then the better it will be for you, and if you are in a war you need to know your weapons, and how to use them, how to get the most out of them, and the main weapon that you have is that little console on the dashboard. If you unlock all its little secrets then you will be one jump ahead of the bunch. In this game you have to be a

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Handcuffs. Fetters. Shackles. Originally uploaded by And-rey. "Why don't I wear a seat belt when I am driving a taxi... I'll tell you for why. For my own safety.I will start wearing a seat belt when every passenger in the back seat is wearing handcuffs. It is only whores and crooks and drunks that ride taxis after midnight. Descent people are in bed, and I should be too, but somebody has

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Originally uploaded by renfield. "You see someone dead drunk in a ditch... just drive on by... don't stop, just look through your fingers and drive on. You stop and you know what happens? There will be questions, and that takes up your time and time is money, so just drive on by. If you do stop it could be for a dead man and then there will be lots of questions... your arse will be on the line

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Jasper views the front yardOriginally uploaded by HyperBob. The very rich knew all about gardens and plants. They had the land and someone like Capability Brown come in and do their lawns and design their flower borders, plant their hedges, trim their conifers into exotic shapes, and of a night they would promanade on the balcony, a glass of chilled white wine in their gloved hand, and take

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Fuggle Mustard, flavoured with Old Bob's bitter Originally uploaded by HyperBob. My dad made me laugh. He told long involved stories while doing impersonations of different men and women in the village having conversations with each other. The conversations usually involved a black labrador dog called BEAUT, and the movement of the dogs rectum when he barked... opening a closing like a

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Ahh the joys of being on the road and sleeping out in the open. There is nothing finer than to find some shelter if there is a mere whiff of rain in the air, for it is the very worst to be caught in the open in a thunderstorm. In northern Germany I found this wooden bus shelter and spent a pleasent night sleeping out in the forest.When I was younger and the weather and the summer climate better

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At 8:15 on August 6th 1945 the United States of America droped an atomic bomb on Hiroshima Japan. Three days later on the 9th of August they droped a second bomb on Nagasaki.In his radio speech to the nation on August 9, President Truman called Hiroshima "a military base."There is a world wide project called "The sudden morning" where people around the world take a picture near their home at 8:15

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Cutting a tree down Old Skool Soviet style Originally uploaded by HyperBob. The grandmother said "My father cut down 8 cubic meters of tree in a day without breaking a sweat, and all he had was an axe and a hand saw. You young people you break into a sweat just thinking about work, and it takes you all morning just to plan on how to cut down one tree."Then she told her joke. A Finn goes

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Night swimming Originally uploaded by HyperBob. Night swimming deserves a quiet night, deserves a quiet night.Have you ever wondered about the beauty of nature? Jasper was in the forest and Maija handed him a wild strawberry and he tasted it and said enthusiastically. "This tastes just like yoghurt"I took Elli and Noa to the allotments to dig up some potatoes and they were surprised to see

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Loo of the year award (Canterbury, Kent) Originally uploaded by HyperBob. I wonder what a Loo has to be like to win a "loo if the year award"? Is the interior sumptious with walnut bog seats instead of plain plastic? Does it sparkle with chrome and porcelain?Did they get Carol Smilie to come an give it a make-over? Did Gavin install a shark's fin mirror in the stalls where you point the

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Sack race at St Mary's Originally uploaded by HyperBob. Overheard at school sports day.Run fast Nathan, just like you do when you want to get away from mummy.The school sports day was largely a non-competetive affair. Lots of sports where nobody won. Winning only makes the winner happy and everybody else who looses feels like loosers. Apparently last year there was a punch up between a

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Kohlrabi ready to eat Originally uploaded by HyperBob. So I got back to the garden after an absence of two weeks, and it is absolutely singing. Not some soft lullaby, but a full voiced massed male choir from Wales singing "bread of heaven" after winning the six nations Rugby championship. The yellow trumpet flowers on the cucumbers were bold and brassy. The pumpkin flowers were standing

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No matter how beautiful the world is some people only see the coming apocalypseThe best you can do when you are hungry is to eat what is on offerOr make a bang loud enough for the world to hearfor people are imprisoned in ways that we can never understandand pain can strike when you least expect it.

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Knokke cartoon festival I went to the cartoon festival in Knokke and snagged a few cartoons. For some strange reason I liked the one with the fish attempting suicide with a ballon. It causes the man with the stone to stop and wonder at the absurdity of his actions. I really wonder if there is such a thing as animal suicides, or is it something that humans reserve for themselves?3 is a magic

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So there I was wondering what I was going to do with all my onions and potatoes. It looks like I may not have a problem after all, since someone has raided the garden. Gulam has said that he only grows things that the rabbits don't eat. I wonder if he has any suggestions for plants that don't attract the two legged variety of attacker.Onion bed raided I thought that it would be good to weed out

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There is a lady at the allotments who makes socks and mittens and sells them at a craft market. She has a garden, or lets say a "meddow" and it is covered in wild flowers. In her hand you can see a double headed daisy. What an annomoly, makes you wonder about the genetic makeup of things. We are wonderful and frightfully made.sock lady with bunch of flowers picked from her gardenIt was quite

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Kirsti (pregnant) in her garden Originally uploaded by HyperBob. Knowing that the Espoonlahti allotments are scheduled to become a "culture centre" I cylced around the area looking for some new allotments and I found an area in Soukka which is in a lovely area down by the sea. Evern though the day was hot there was a fresh breeze blowing from the sea, so it felt lovely.The area is surrounded

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- When you have your arms full and a mosquito is sucking blood from your ear lobe and you can do nothing about it.Feeling bound and abused- When it the dark you put on your pyjama top back to front and it feels like it does not fit properly, and when you take it off and put it on again it is still wrong.Darknes bringing confusion- When you are going up stairs and you step up a stair that is not

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- When you have your arms full and a mosquito is sucking blood from your ear lobe and you can do nothing about it.- When it the dark you put on your pyjama top back to front and it feels like it does not fit properly, and when you take it off and put it on again it is still wrong.- When you are going up stairs and you step up a stair that is not there.- When your hands are full of shopping and

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Crescent fresh dude Originally uploaded by HyperBob. When I came to Finland the first bike I had was an old rusty brown bike that belonged to Maija's father. It had no gears and big wheels, and once you cranked it up you could give any bike with gears a run for its money. It was an old army bike. The chrome was striped from the handle bars and the drab brown color gave the appearance that

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Yes it is June and only now are the blossoms coming out on the trees. For the past month the temperature has hovered around 15 C and it has rained alot. At the allotment the ground is still brown and bare. In the UK I suppose people are already harvesting things from the ground. The only thing that I have showing is "trp". I squatted down and picked a few leaves and ate them. They were

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In the winter the snow plough whacked the side of the shed and ripped off some panels. The bits of wood lay on the ground for weeks, and each time I passed I thought i could make something of that. I asked if I could have the wood and I carried them on to our balcony with the idea to build something. A box for flowers or something.The planks then lay there for months and months and I never did

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Salem an Hassinen take a rest from carrying horse manure to their allotment. It seems that all the Kurdish boys work, and work very hard, digging the ground and improving it. I have loaned my tools to Salem and Behzad since they seem to like the action of the Finnish mattock.There is definately a different work ethic with the Kurds. They are always busy. It is also strange that children on their

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Gulam is from Afghanistan. He gardens in a nice shirt and stay-pressed tousers. He is unemployed like most of the people who work at the allotments. If he had money he would buy a plastic tunnel to bring on his seeds, but instead he builds his own cold frame with wood from the building site and a bit of plastic.In it he has marrows, cucumbers, and different salads that he has grown from seed

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The weather has warmed up, and there is alot of activity down at the allotments. The Chinese and the Cambodians are the most active, and the Kurds and Afghans a close second. The Finns and myself are late starters. I talked to a Finn who once had once owned a plot near to mine and I was complaining that the ground was so wet and heavy it was difficult to turn. Heavy clay which when it gets baked

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Red rose when plucked, my soaring heart did thrill,Dried rose by candlelight, excites me still.Locked heart yields not, the secrets of the soul,By candle light, all secrets can unfold.Skin feels the touch of frost, the chill of snow,Bathed warm by candle light, healed by its glow.Shadows fade, age no longer haunts the night,Youth again returns in that wonderous light.The flame, does dance

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The ballad of Judas Iscariot by Robert Buchanan (1841-1901) 'Twas the body of Judas Iscariot Lay in the Field of Blood; 'Twas the soul of Judas Iscariot Beside the body stood. Black was the earth by night, And black was the sky; Black, black were the broken clouds, Tho' the red Moon went by. 'Twas the body of Judas

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It is six o'clock and it is a wonderful spring evening, the buds on the birch trees are begining to break, the birds are singing they love melodies in the trees so what do you do? Well naturally you go down to the biggest graveyard in Helsinki and walk among the graves for an hour and a half an listen to readings of poems by female Finnish poets from the past century.Poems by nurses, librarians,

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Thought I would give Big Al Davies a blow on the banana phone. He might not be able to pick up the signal cos he has got one of those new staple gun phones... hard black plastic... brittle, and if you are not careful you could staple your ear to the side of your head. Besides that the spring at the flexi-joint has a nasty habit of catching the flesh on the palm of your hand and giving it a nasty

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Peacock turns his back on us Originally uploaded by HyperBob. The twin boys were looking at the peacock on the roof."Spread your tail feathers then." said the first boy"Go on, Go on, Go on, Go on." said the second boy"Mum why won't he spread his tail feathers?" said the first boy"Because he has two females on the roof with him, and he feels he does not need to bother. He is spoilt for

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Clivia Originally uploaded by HyperBob. We got this plant last year at our house warming party. It bloomed for quite a while and then lay dormant over the winter, and was left to "suffer". Just left in a cool dry place, and over the winter months it did nothing.Only in February did we begin watering again and and adding some fertiliser. A few green shoots began to sprout from the centre,

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Finlandia encore Originally uploaded by HyperBob. Went to the Ukulele Orchestra of Great Britain's Concert in Espoo tonight. There are two more nights Friday 15th and Saturday 16th and if you are a fan of dry British humour then it is a treat. Tonights performance was sold out, and if you decide to go here is a tip get in the queue early are get right down the front and sit at the tables

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Born to be wild-Smells like teen spirit Originally uploaded by HyperBob. You see ukuleles are the only real stringed instrument that humans should be allowed to play. Anything bigger and with more strings comes from the "dark side", that is what George said. Guitars are mutant ukuleles. Genetic abberations. And we all know what we get with guitars... guitar solos.George warned us that the

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Deathmetal rockers - dressed in pinkPoliticians who sit down - and thinkCatwalk models who - eat what they wantSchoolyard bullies who - refuse to tauntSoldiers who - refuse to shootBurglars who - give back their lootMultinationals that always - go bustLawyers that you can - really trustFood bred for taste - not for shapeMr. Incredible - wearing a capeCommunists with the - cross of ChristCats who

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Then Lemminkäinen's mothertook them into her mouthshe tested them with her tonguetasted them to her liking:"These are some of those ointmentsthe Almighty's remedieswith which God has anointed the Lord poured on injuries."Then she anointed the weary onetended the ill-befallenanointed through the gaps in boneand through the cracks in limbsanointed below and aboveslapped the middle once.Then she put

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Last Glimpse Originally uploaded by KasiaS. The pope died at Easter. The easter message has been about death, suffering, and most important of all ressurection.So over the weekend in Rome, thousands of people were praying for the pope, and I expect most of them are feeling some dispair or sadness. So what would be the last word the pope would have for the masses of people waiting for a final

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