It was here!

Eurovision Final Day on the Senate Square
Originally uploaded by Taiga the Fox.

I Miss Sunshine

Yesterday I noticed how bright it was everywhere. Light green leaves, light yellow petals, bright pale legs.
T Fox: I look really horrible, don't I?
Mr Fox: Err... no you don't.
T Fox: Oh?
Mr Fox: You look more like Mädchen Grafenwalder or some other frisky girl from a beer festival.

Today at work I was trying to find a way to tell some slightly unpleasant news to Kazakhstan. I stared at the wall.
Mr Colleague: You know, Taiga, that colour of the wall suits you. Now light a cigar and you look just like someone escaped from a Soviet detective story.

I took my purse and escaped outside. Happy men walked with smiles on their faces, singing loudly. I bought a badge and a tuna sandwich.
Another Mr Colleague: I watched Little Miss Sunshine yesterday and now I know why you liked it so much.
T Fox: Oh?
Another Mr Colleague: You look just like Abigail Breslin. Every time she was dancing, I thought about you.

The Finnish Weather Explained

+15°C / 59°F
This is as warm as it gets in Finland, so we'll start here.
People in Spain wear winter-coats and gloves.
The Finns are out getting a tan.

+10°C / 50°F
The French are trying to start their central heating.
The Finns plant flowers in their gardens.

+5°C / 41°F
Italian cars won't start.
The Finns are cruising in Cabriolets.

0°C / 32°F
Distilled water freezes.
The water in the Finnish rivers gets a little thicker.

-5°C / 23°F
People in California almost freeze to death.
The Finns have their final barbecue before winter.

-10°C / 14°F
The Brits start heating their houses.
The Finns start using long sleeves.

-20°C / -4°F
The Aussies flee from Mallorca.
The Finns end their Midsummer celebrations. Autumn is here.

-30°C / -22°F
People in Greece die from the cold and disappear from the face of the earth.
The Finns start drying their laundry indoors.

-40°C / -40°F
Paris starts cracking in the cold.
The Finns stand in line at the "grill-kiosk".

-50°C / -58°F
Polar bears start evacuating the North Pole.
The Finnish army postpones their winter survival training awaiting real winter weather.

-60°C / -76°F
Korvatunturi (the home for Santa Claus) freezes.
The Finns rent a movie and stay indoors.

-70°C / -94°F
The false Santa moves south.
The Finns get frustrated since they can't store their Kossu (Koskenkorva vodka) outdoors.
The Finnish army goes out on winter survival training.

-183°C / -297.4°F
Microbes in food don't survive.
The Finnish cows complain that the farmers' hands are cold.

-273°C / -459.4°F
All atom-based movent halts.
The Finns start saying "Perkele, it's cold outside today."

-300°C / -508°F
Hell freezes over.
Finland wins the Eurovision Song Contest.

Bah. I used an old joke. Typical.

Neurovision Bong Contest

Yesterday I kicked a few blogposts around my mind. The ice-cream kiosks were opened and the seagulls were shitting around again. Should I write about it I wondered, but there wasn't much else exciting to scribble about.

Also there was the fact bothering me, that I have knowingly skated around the slippery sweep called the Eurovision Song Contest.
If I would be a normal Finnish citizen I should have gone over and over and over and over on that subject here, whilst wearing a chirpy hat with two overhanging fabric hands carrying national flags.

I thought about it hard. The only thing I wanted to say was the fact that I kind of hoped that the visual image and the ambience of the show would be as hilarious as the moment when a post- soviet wooden doll meets the electric hedge trimmer, mainly because Mr Fox knows well some private parts of one designer designing the face of the upcoming hullaballoo, so there wasn't much to tell you about that.

So, there I sat, staring at the blank computer screen when I heard it again.
Loituma and their fabulous song Ieva's Polka (Classic), which I had thought about introducing you much earlier, but forgot. I tried to find out their space on their My Space and here it is. I listened to it. I moved on. Three hours later I was still listening to it. Eventually the quiet waters of that innocent song sucked me somewhere so deep that if there is a Kuril-Kamchatka Trench in the Internet, I was there.