Samoa skipped Friday.

http://www.brisbanetimes.com.au/world/samoa-leads-partying-for-the-new-year-20111231-1pg9k.html

I didn't know you are allowed to do that. But now all those maps that show the International Dateline, or the timezones, are all wrong.

"One day before chemotherapy, I woke up in the morning and went downstairs. There on the kitchen table was this framed photo that had Matthew, Mike (my second son), Spencer (my third son) and then Matt's little boy named Clay (who is two years old). They all had shaved their heads to show solidarity and took a picture. They framed it with their locks of hair under the glass. It was very sweet."

http://www.forbes.com/forbes/2011/0314/features-clayton-christensen-health-care-cancer-survivor_7.html

That's right: I link to Forbes. Because I'm a well-rounded person.

-Ira Glass.

This week's This American Life show has a big long chunk from David Sedaris's "Santa Land Diaries". Stories from when he worked as an elf at Macy's, read by the guy himself. It is amazing stuff, you should definitely check it out. Also in the episode another amazing Christmas spectacle: the Christmas Freud. One of the awesomest things I've heard of in a while.
"Freud will be back soon. Stop deceiving yourselves."

This is what I'm doing today: listening to podcasts and bunnifying squares.

Work sucked a little bit today, I had to do a different route and then when I was finished, I had to do a bit of my usual route as well because the other guy who covers for me is slow. If they suggest this tomorrow, I will say "no, he just has to bike quicker, it is not fair that I should do his bit just because he can't follow the list and bike a bit quicker." The baffling thing is that he has done it on time before, I don't understand why he can't finish by six anymore. I remember I specifically asked before booking time off in December "what about the centrum" and was told (by the regular boss, who is away on his holiday right now and we have a "guest star" boss) that the guy that covers for me has been told to bike a bit quicker and he has managed to be done by six. So I wasn't done til quarter past today because of having to do his leftovers, and didn't get home til seven because I live in the friggin' sticks. I just have to manage to communicate this all to her if she asks me to do it again tomorrow: no, because I won't get home 'til seven, and doing this will make me really really pissed off and I'll be biking home (in the rain today, please note, which I would have missed if I could have just gone home when I was done with my bit) and swearing and cursing and blaming the slow mofo for ruining my morning. All of which is then a problem for my conscience because I'd really rather like to be a better person than I am. I don't want to hate that guy. But he just makes it so damn easy. >.<

Take me away from here, Ira Glass. *presses play*

http://www.studio-orta.com/artwork_fiche.php?fk=&fs=0&fm=0&;fd=0&of=24&i=857

The Antarctica World Passport. Because individuals are not of an inferior status to that of capital, trade, telecommunication and pollution, all of which have no boundaries.

Have you heard of the ship thing that's going on in my neck of the woods? It's the trippiest thing. So I live in a port town, so there's a lot of international ships coming through here. And last week a ship called Thor Liberty came from Germany, it was going to pick up some stuff (scrap metal) and then continue on its way to Asia. And basically what happened is that the loaders, as they are about to dump a whole load of iron into the cargo hold, took a look and went "hoshit guys stop stop, there's some kind of an explosives sign in here!" So they stop and take a closer look, and they find that the ship is carrying two things: 150 tons of boxes of nitroguanidine, which is used to make explosives, and around 70 Patriot missiles/rockets. They look at the papers that say the ship is carrying "fireworks" (a mistranslation from the English word "rockets"). So after a lot of asking around, it turns out the rockets are on their way to South Korea. But the papers aren't in order, and the nitroguanidine wasn't loaded properly (if they'd dropped the metal in the cargo hold, the whole thing would have gone gone sky high, along with the port and probably the sea as well) and the whole thing is just a little... scary. And strange. We'll see how this all ends. So now they are reloading the explosives properly, and the army has taken the missiles and hidden them somewhere.


In other news, Finland's been having all sorts of awful storms. This year is going down kicking and screaming. *sings 'Ring Out Wild Bells'* "The year is dying in the night, ring out wild bells, and let him die!"


Guys, I think I can control the weather... >_> Or at least the snow fall. I've been hoping and praying and wishing for no snow and we have had no snow. Except when I said "for Christmas there can be snow. And in Sweden there can be snow during my trip." And this is exactly how it went: there was snow in Sweden, then I came here and 24th and 25th we had snow, and it all melted away on the 26th, so that my work yesterday and today was actually kind of pleasant. So now I'm wishing no more snow this year, and also no snow in January until the 19th, then Finland can have snow for a week, but it all needs to melt away again on the 24th.

And finally, the reason I started typing a diary post in the first place: two links related to This American Life.
http://www.thisamericanlife.org/blog/2011/12/we-want-your-snooping-stories - Tell your snooping stories to the world
http://video.nytimes.com/video/2011/12/22/magazine/100000001239396/sunday-in-the-magazine.html - A radio journalist edits the NY Times.

Sweden trip going wonderfully. Like, good grief how awesome it is to be here again. Especially Sundsvall, there was so much love there that I nearly fainted. Sorry [Easterling] I totally forgot you live in Örebro, and now I don't have time to try to figure out to come see you, plus you're really busy too so... :S My bad, should have thought i förväg this here.

So yes, hopping on a train to GBG today at three, go see a friend in hospital there and to shops and staying with the person who may well be my very favourite person in all of Sweden. :)

Am seriously considering moving back to Sweden. After the loan is paid. If I can think of something to do (oh hello free education :O Where did you come from? What, you mean I could just go back to university and study something? Nah men, why of course, I'd love that :D ) But it should be Sundsvall. Or maybe Gbg, we'll see how I feel when I get there.

On wednesday evening begins the heights of this adventure, when I take the night train all through Sweden :D

Came home from town and noticed that I had an epic cowlick in my hair. :D Ah well.

Didn't watch either movie, I went to bed and read a book instead.

I am taking six books with me to Sweden (the Bible in Swedish, the Book of Mormon in English, the Christmas Mystery, of which I have to read one chapter per day until the 24th, Hamlet of course, a book about actresses' thoughts on being under the gaze, and a Swedish book called "Diktator Anorexia Nervosa"). o.O I have officially lost the ability to travel light. But on the other side, I'm taking only two blouses plus the one I'll be wearing. And two balls of yarn and a pair of knitting needles. I think my priorities are messed up. :P But then again, I know there will be a lot of train travel on this trip. 'Sides, any single person will see me max three days in a row, so I really only need the three different tops and then I'll just change back to the first one, and no one will know that I'm wearing laundry from two days ago :D Except all of you people now... Hmm, I guess I'll have to kill you now.

One half of my tiny suitcase is filled with presents that I'm taking to people (and I plan on seeing if the airport will sell something random that I can strew to children in Church). So on the way back, there is much space for julmust <3 <3 <3 And maybe some more books >_>

Two movies on TV tonight at the same time. Which one should I watch (day off tomorrow yay! Means I don't have to go to bed right now :P)

One is Kalifornia http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0107302/
The other is Look Both Ways http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0382806/

Overall Kalifornia sounds cool, it has cool people in it (Duchovny, Pitt). But it's on the channel that has ads.
Look Both Ways also sounds cool, possibly cooler (it has animation in it as well? :D) and it's on an ad-free channel, but it's an Australian film, so they probably speak Australian >_> And I don't like Australian accent a whole ton (I knew annoying aussies in uni...) But at the same time, being a non-Hollywood film is also kind of cool.
Neither seems to be a comedy, which is, of late, my genre of choice...

*addment*
Okay, I think I'll go with Look Both Ways, Kalifornia is R-rated, plus there seems to be an even more R version that is the European version with even more sex and violence >_> Which is probably the one they will show on Finnish TV at 11pm. So yeah, Australians for the win, it's PG-13.
Hey, I just learnt how to find the rating details (why the movie has a certain rating) on imdb. Because sometimes it feels that movies are rated pretty randomly.

I know it's not Hallowe'en, but this week's New Yorker 'Comment' is just scary: http://www.newyorker.com/talk/comment/2011/12/19/111219taco_talk_hertzberg

The scary bit at the very end (made scarier if you read the whole thing):
In March, at the Cornerstone Church, in San Antonio, Gingrich declared, “I am convinced that, if we do not decisively win the struggle over the nature of America,” his grandchildren will live “in a secular atheist country, potentially one dominated by radical Islamists and with no understanding of what it once meant to be an American.” Last spring, this was a kind of right-wing performance art. Now it is the language of the man leading in the Republican polls, a man who — in the real world, not the alt-world — could, not inconceivably, become President of the United States. Imagine that.

Read more http://www.newyorker.com/talk/comment/2011/12/19/111219taco_talk_hertzberg#ixzz1gVQwLJxS

As I was listening to this on the Out Loud -podcast, I was sniggering to myself "it's be great if this guy was the GOP candidate, because then Obama would just have no trouble at all getting second term" - and then he said that last bit and I was like "hoshi, fo real?!"

I'm on fire today. But this made me giggle much: http://chronicle.com/blogs/linguafranca/2011/12/01/beware-the-misles/

A small article and an awesome list of misles, those words that have a spelling that makes it difficult to find out how it is pronounced. My favourite: warplane (the lane for driving at warp speed?)

Santa Facts

You mean I didn't have anything better to do? I did. But I chose not to do them <_<

Sing something to enter the Christmas Carol Competition!

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I called Sundsvall this morning. This may have undone me somewhat. I called the phone that was my phone two years ago. I could hear my old apartment in the background there. I could hear Sundsvall and... I'm a bit shook up from this now. And I need to make a few more calls that way. And on Saturday, I will be there. As much as I'm looking forward to this trip... I'm quite scared now. I remember leaving Sundsvall, sitting on the bus (because we missed the train) and watching the landscape of my area swoosh past until it was no longer Norrland. And usually I get emotional amnesia (can't remember how something felt) pretty quickly once the thing is over, but I still remember how it felt to sit on that bus.

And now I will go back there, and then leave again. I might come back a zombie, just so you know.

Bending over backwards on the internet is quite unpleasant.

In the past whoknowshowlongtime I have signed into my Paypal to figure out how to add an account from a different country (you can't), created a new PayPal account, forgot to do my name properly on that one so I had to reactivate my yahoo email account and create yet another PayPal account, closed the previous one, and am now currently in the process of changing the email into the proper one. What have I learnt in this arduous process? Nothing, except that Hotmail > Yahoo, since with Yahoo you have to pay for a premium account if you want forwarding, Hotmail's forwarding is free. Yahoo also has a PitA habit of throwing a giant ad of "UPGRADE NOW!" at your face when you try to get to your inbox. You know how you get to your inbox when it does that? You actually have to click "I will upgrade now" before you get in. There is no "no thanks" link, nothing. You actually have to click yes, and then it just takes you to your inbox like nothing happened. Frankly I think that is morally wrong.

And why am I going through these digital acrobatics? To book a flight. I couldn't use my mum's visa because they said "we'll be needing to look at that visa card when you check in." -_- No you won't, since I won't be bringing it with me. Lufthansa, you have fail. RyanAir, why hast thou forsaken me? ;_;

My mum actually suggested that I get a visa card. I dunno about that, that's basically about debt. I'm not into debt, I want to live debt-free. So I'unno, since I do need it with the air travel stuff (which I do quite often after all) and I seem to have no moral gripes about using other people's debt cards... >_> So maybe I'll have to bend and get a credit card. :/

Of all days this all had to go down today. :/ Today I wanted to sit, have a quiet evening and listen to podcasts and make Christmas cards. Instead I'm messing around with money.

My browser just destroyed my life. -_- I use the "open all windows from last session" thing every morning to get back to where I was before closing the puter, and today when I did that, it opened one tab. -_- Son of a... I tried looking in history what all the cool tabs I had open might have been, but it's pretty messed up in there. I need a new system. Esp. for keeping tabs where I am in Thisisn'thappiness. For now I've kind of sorted my Top Sites to be an emergency way to open the tabs, but... Buh. It also keeps doing this weird crashing thing, where things go all black, then when you wiggle your mouse over it or highlight everything, they come back. But the blackness spreads to all the tabs like a plague. So incredibly frustrating >.<

In better news (for Silvie), I has an idea for a tumblog. So I might get one. :D

I'm going to still be having this cold when I fly to Sweden, aren't I? >.< Thank goodness it is a very short flight. But still, flying with a head cold is awful.

Long and boring wall of text. Feel free to skip.

First proper freeze of the year. Couldn't have happened on a worse night >.< Let's see: I was asked to work on my day off. It was not just papers to the people who want them but also had to deliver ads to people who don't yet subscribe to a newspaper, which makes it take an hour longer, and there already is a situation where apparently the taxi station has lately been very unhappy with their paper coming constantly too late (I haven't been on my route in the centrum in two weeks but have been teaching downtown to some kid, and then for reasons absolutely beyond me I've been taught the HH route and I friggin' hate it) since the guy who does my route when I'm not there is just... kind slow and dumb >_> So knowing that there are unhappy customers at the end of the route was making me nervous, and I really would have wanted to be on time for them and not being given the chance was really pissing me off (you can imagine an iippo going up and down stairwells in the middle of the night, delivering papers and junk mail and fuming as she does :P) But since I haven't been in the centrum route in such a long time I couldn't do it from memory since things keep changing with the list (cancellations, new subscriptions etc) so having to check the list all friggin' time takes time too. And then! The kid I taught how to do downtown was at work and he took my bike! >.< The bikes are kept in a garage, so as I come to work this morning I see him go in the garage right before me, and I meet him as he is coming out. And I look at his bike and say "you took the bike I usually ride". And he did a little laugh and said "huh, did I?" and went on. What I meant, you sob, was "give my bike pleasethankyou." Y'see, the post bikes are all the same, more or less. And the one I ride is in no way better than any other bike. But it's the one I'm used to. It's handbrake is a little loose, the frame thingie that you use to leave it standing behaves in a certain way. And the way it feels is... This is what I'm used to. It is all the same to you, you little *insert pejorative term for young male* since you are not used to any of the bikes yet, you do not notice the small subtle differences. It makes a difference to me, since going on the slippery roads today with a bike that was not the one that I was used to was really friggin' scary. I was terrified out of my wits during every bit of biking I had to do this morning. Which isn't good since I was also terrified all the way through the past two nights in HH with my trainer, because it is effing pitch black out there and I do not know where I'm going. *is very unhappy with company faffing with people's routes* Just let me do my centrum and nothing else - frack, I'll even do it for six days a week, all you need is to find me a replacement on Sundays, just give me the other day off in money, or stick it on my Sweden trip so I won't have so many days off without pay, just... don't make me go out to other routes :/

All of this did make me think about the nature of fear and dread (y'see, falling over on your bike isn't that terrible, I've had it happen before, no big deal - it's the accelerated heart rate and the anticipation of falling that makes it so unbearable); how fear turns into other emotions like anger (hello Yoda) in some strange attempt of covering up the real reason for being upset; the irrationality of it all. Yet for all my cool insights I was not able to convince myself to not be so scared and just do my job like I always have. :/ This will all get better when not being able to trust the ground under your feet becomes a given - it's just this transition stage that causes all the stress. Soon I'll be used to slippery roads. And that punk won't be taking my bike anymore! D: If he tries again I'll ask him nicely "please can't I just have it, it's the one I'm used to, you go get used to some other bike" and if he's a twat I'll just start coming to work earlier than he does. It's not like I sleep well at midnight anymore anyway, I might as well start waking up earlier so snoozing in the morning after work won't be so bad >_>

I was so exhausted when I got home (at 8am! D: ) that I just read a bit and then cuddled/spooned with my dog on the floor until all of a sudden it was almost 10am. >_> My doggie is very warm <3 What is it about fur that just is so... adorable and lovely? ^_^ How can a fuzzy creature just steal your heart like that? :3

Tomorrow will be better. It is troll night which means that every household in town is delivered a newspaper, and since they know that this takes effing forever, they split the centrum route between two people (me and my slow off-day replacement), so I am absolutely positive that the taxi station's paper will be on time tomorrow.

http://www.davidpietrusza.com/great-radio-hoax.html

This makes my heart ache. </3 Sure, my view of Woollcott is coloured by the fact that I know him through the person who most loved him, but even if I knew him like his many enemies did I'm pretty sure i would think this was a nasty prank.

Interesting note: Minnie and Susan are both names of the women in Harpo's life (his mother and his wife - though in all fairness I think he wasn't married to Susan by 1935... May have been, I'm not sure).

(You may deduct from this that I am once again totally engrossed in the Harpo Marx universe that takes over my life ever so often: I'm reading Harpo Speaks! and watching Marx Bros. movies day in and day out, I've ordered a book by Harpo's son from Amazon, I'm scouring the internets for Woollcott etc...)

I have to do an add-on that the poultry podcast ended with a story about a man who farms geese in Spain in a way that makes foie gras without inhumane treatment of the birds (and if you know anything about foie gras - I didn't - you know that this is a sheer impossibility).

And then from another source I learnt that there is a cheese cave under Bleaker St. in New York. Totally doing an east coast trip in 2013: the island of Neshobe in Lake Bomoseen, Viking, Avaz, and then the Cheese Cave and other essentials in NYC :P

So if I didn't love This American Life before (and I did, believe you me), I do now, after learning that they have an annual tradition: around this time of year they do a Poultry Slam, where every story is about birds (chickens, turkeys, ducks, geese...) So for Heaven's sakes, go listen to this thing! http://www.thisamericanlife.org/radio-archives/episode/452/poultry-slam-2011 I know I'm going to go back in their archives and listen to the previous years' slams... This year you will find the chicken that testified in a death row case, the terror turkey of Martha's Vineyard and who knows what else, since I haven't finished the episode yet.

The reason I came here mid ThisAmLife is this: http://theracket.net/ I just couldn't go another second without sharing this with you. It looks so interesting. Nothing else there than small promo snippets so far, so in case you are a boring person, you can just wait til January 2012 when I'll rave about it again if it turns out to be as cool as it looks.

Conditioner kept hair tangle-free for one day (which was Sunday when my hair was mostly kept on a bun and I didn't go to work, so that might have been why it didn't tangle that day...), and today it was back to its normal state of "early stages of natural dreads" :/ Maybe I should just let it turn into natural dreads. Or maybe I should get dreads to end the problem. Then again, if I just chopped the mop and gave the hair to Little Princesses like I intend to, none of this would be a problem, and I would save on shampoo.

I'm slowly realising that I should probably get an iPod to listen to podcasts while I deliver papers. Just a cheap old one from eBay or something. Because in one night I could listen to three ThisAmLife's (like I'd ever have that many new ones at a time), or two Everything Creatives, or six Classic Speeches, or heck, get through an entire Tate Event recording in one playing, or even get a move on with some of those Radio 3 Arts and Entertainment things (I like to pretend that I listen to R3, but let's face it: I've listened to one of those and it was... not as interesting as some of my other ones so they've been low on the priority). Heck, I could even get back to Kermode! Yes, this investment seems wise indeed.

I'm giving up on TV. I learnt that there was a movie on tonight that sounded kind of interesting (though it sounded so interesting that I can't even remember what it was called... >_> A romantic comedy of some kind). So a bit before the appointed time I go to turn on the television. Channel 5, I recalled, it was on, so I pressed the number five. I ended up on a channel that was not Channel 5. So I figured the numbers were just messed up, and decided to just flick through until I hit Channel 5, whichever number it resided under. It didn't exist. So I reckoned "oh boo, it must be one of those stupid channels that you have to have some special gadget to see" and gave up. Then I checked online. Turned out is is actually called The Voice. I went "ahh, I have that" and went to re-flick through the channels. But The Voice didn't have a picture. So I thought maybe I'll just make the digiwhatsit search for the channels and it'll work, since I've had Voice showing here before. No such luck, and since it was like 15 minutes after the start time of the movie, I just gave up and decided to draw secret santa all night while listening to podcasts instead.

Also today a girl I don't actually know at all that well, and her fiance whom I had never met, (plus the missionaries who are my friends) came over here to put the girl's stuff in my attic for two years as she prepares to go on her mission. I'd seen her cry-for-assistance Facebook status update ("halp I need place for my stuff for two years!") and I said "I have an attic" (then consulted my parents to make sure it was cool). All the time leading up to this I kept getting questions from everyone: who is she, where is she going, when is she going, where is she going to stay, where does she live now, how much stuff is there, does she eat fish, what's her last name (I had a senior moment and couldn't even remember her last name)... And I just wanted to explain "you clearly don't understand what mormonism is about. She is a sister from church. She expressed a need and I felt that I would be able to be of assistance. That is the extent of my information, that is all I need to go on, why do you need more? And heck, she'll eat fish if you serve it. If she doesn't, she can just eat bread -_-"

I also spent a long time this morning untangling knots from my hair. This is newsworthy because my hair is uber-silky, it never knots, not ever. So something's changing and I probably should start using conditioner. I have never used conditioner (because I hate silky hair feel, it feels like really really thin razors and it kind of looks wet and greasy even when it's clean, and conditioner makes the effect even worse), I don't know how it's done.

I've discovered a wonderful thing: the Internet! :D Or more specifically, extremely specific weather forecasts for a specific place (my town) that tells temperature, rain, and the little weather pictures for the next three days in six hour installments. So here I am, ready to go to bed before work tonight, and I can look "okay the temperature will be about that at 2am and that other thing around 8pm", which tells me exactly the fork of temperature (as well as the rain situation and the little picture thingies) at the time I'll be working, so I can deduct whether there will be dark ice, what kind of mitten-glove combination I ought to take, and so forth.

I also found cool YouTube channels with long-ish (hour/hour-and-a-half) documentaries that are just kind of cool. Watched two today ("Brother Born Again" which was so intimate that it was uncomfortable, plus, y'know, born-agains are a little scary >_> Though he wasn't too scary... And "Google Me" which was a guy's cool project and yah, cool) while knitting bunnies.

The internet can be so useful, but it's just too much. There are too many ways it can be useful, how will I ever use them all? ;_; I feel like a moron in the limited way I use the internet. Like, conceptually I understand that the internet can be used for anything, for everything, but my brain has serious troubles understanding what anything or everything are. :/ In other words, I has a dumb.