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Now with Linux!
A couple of weeks ago my computer decided that its HDD had developed more bad sectors than it was able to deal with, so it started going U NOE I'M ABOUT TO DIE ANYTIME NOW SO BACK UP UR STUFF AND REPLACE ME KTHXBAI. Unfortunately I also forgot to take my meds that day. But despite scrambling to back up my stuff (thank you 1TB portable HDD), I found that I didn't feel as, hmm, emotionally panicked (i.e. OMG THE WORLD IS GOING TO END) as I would normally have in the past.

After non-panicking and faffing about with the Ubuntu LiveCD for a few days, I discovered that the warranty on my computer goes until the end of August, so tech support sent me a new drive (two-day delivery, wow) and Keith helped me put it in last Friday.

By then I'd already decided that I was going to put Ubuntu on it. After all, that was what I was trying to do when my old laptop was close to dying a couple of years ago. (I replaced it with my current desktop, and the laptop went to Keith's collection.) I like that not only is Linux Finnish, it allows for the use of a little bit of brainpower to make things work the way you want them to (most of the time), so looking for and installing software isn't just a total auto-pilot process.  Ubuntu's interface is kinda Mac-like, but I'm easily adaptable to those things. And I can have a bazillion desktops :D

And I got Guild Wars and Angry Birds to run using Wine, so the money I paid for those haven't gone to waste. I also have all four Humble Bundles, so I have plenty of games to play on Linux :)  I miss the 'shuffle by grouping' function on iTunes, though.

Time-warp back to the beginning of the month:

Finn-Drama Candy Grams
This year at Heritage Days I spent the bulk of my money on tasty food and not so much on kitschy stuff.  I still did some "strategic loitering" but a lot less than last year, since I was enlisted as a volunteer for one evening. My jobs were to fetch a few things from the refrigerator truck and to keep the condiments area tidy and stocked. It doesn't seem like much of a job, but I guess it's important when everyone else is busy serving and prepping food. Crazyfinn says that my efforts did not go unnoticed.

Crazyfinn let me into his "hideout" inside the storage trailer, where, Crazyfinn being a crazy Finn, discreetly downs half-shots of spiced vodka between forays onto the grounds. He drove me home every evening.

I only asked for my photo to be taken with Crazyfinn and Other Viking, but Crazyfinn made me an "invited guest" and let me into the infamous boat.  (I have a nagging feeling that he's deliberately being kinder to me than to other Finnish Society women. Confronted with this opinion, he vehemently denies it.)

Unfortunately, as Crazyfinn expected it to be, his letting me on the boat did not please Mrs Crazyfinn one bit. Not only that, one of the other Finnish women, whom I shall call The Mongerer, used the incident to invent rumours about me.

The Mongerer is sort of the female version of Crazyfinn. I get the feeling that nobody really takes her seriously but she likes to share her indignation as though she has a lot of clout. (I have been told "there's something wrong in her head" by someone whom I shall not name.) I had already been told by Crazyfinn and AwesomeGramps (who are by no means BFFs or anything) that The Mongerer didn't like that I go to sauna nude in mixed company (hey, at least I always wear a towel when I come out for breaks).

Crazyfinn recalls the following conversation from H-days, regarding the boat thing:
Mongerer: "I don't suppose your wife may be wondering whether she's your girlfriend now, hmm?"
Crazyfinn: "Well, I wouldn't know what she's thinking." [takes out cell phone and dials Mrs Crazyfinn] "Why don't you ask her yourself?"

Crazyfinn also tells me that he's received threats on his voicemail from "someone I won't name" (but his story corroborates with AwesomeGramps', so I know it's The Mongerer), about expelling him and Other Viking from the Scandinavian Society (kind of a union between the Icelandic, Danish, Norwegian, Swedish, and Finnish clubs) for letting someone without a Viking costume onto the boat. (I had a story prepared, Crazyfinn said. You could have been captured in a raid. Innuendo intended and understood.)  He says that it's not like she has any real power, and that he was going to try to get the facts from other people who were managing the exhibit. After all, you don't just kick people who've been around for 30+ years out of the club because of the presence of one young woman and at the suggestion of one other woman.

More relevantly, however, is that The Mongerer has allegedly said that she didn't ever want to see me near the Scandinavian exhibit at H-days ever again. Crazyfinn alleges that she has accused me of getting uncomfortably close - not once, but twice - to some "Finnish girl, who speaks Finnish". As for this, I have NO IDEA who or what she's talking about. I didn't speak a single word of Finnish the entire weekend and only met one new Finnish woman, with whom I was polite, as I am when meeting people. [Edit: now that I'm thinking about it, this may have been The Mongerer's grown daughter? Likely the object of the accusation, then.]. I also chatted with some of the university-age Norwegian dancers, so I don't think that was it.

So yeah, completely unfounded allegations. If I'd done anything offensive, I certainly did not do it knowingly, and it was not brought immediately to my attention. It has been suggested that The Mongerer is just trying to get back at Crazyfinn for all the times he's spread rumours about other people, but then why am I involved? Why this accusation that has nothing to do with him?  I know it's stupid "women's gossip" kind of material, but I can't just ignore it because if the rumours get out of hand, I'll have fewer and fewer people willing to drive me out to the lake.

Wayside School
A mini-project I started doing while I was waiting for the replacement part for my computer is reading aloud and recording the "Wayside School" stories by Louis Sachar.  It's a trilogy of kids' books that I really loved when I was growing up because they were so silly and absurd. Each story (chapter) is very short, so I typically upload a few of them at a time.

Other Stuff
I went to the Antique Mall today. I'd buy most of the place if I could; there was so much vintage and antique ephemera like books, maps, food tins, cigarette cases, and stuff like that. I ended up with a couple of early 20th c. English composition textbooks, a tourist road map of Western Europe (the owner had checked off all of the countries that s/he visited - Finland was not - no surprise given how boring the country appears to be from the illustrative vignettes), and a well-worn Marttiini fileting knife in pretty good shape.  I bet Finnish women are gonna be positively FURIOUS about that, whether or not I ever actually take it to camp.  I was pretty close to buying a badge to sew onto my bag, but the irony of displaying said badge would be completely lost on most people.
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I infer from what I have been told by Crazyfinn and AwesomeFinnishGramps that Mrs Crazyfinn is intimidated by me (and I also infer that Leena feels the same way for similar reasons) at camp. It's my temper, I'm sure, which she ignites so often exactly those embers of the frustrations that I have with my mother (please treat me like an adult!), and how Mrs Crazyfinn seems to exude the same constant negativity that my mother does.

But I think it's also my tomboyishness, that I don't prefer to do womanly things like housework and would rather go see what the men are up to. I sit on the men's side of the bench on sauna breaks because I find their conversation more interesting. I don't drink girly drinks like coolers.

I think that it is very possible that transgressing gender expectations in this way feels threatening to someone very socially conservative like Mrs Crazyfinn (she doesn't like contemporary fiction because 'it has too much swearing').

For one thing, I know for sure that Mrs Crazyfinn is scared that I usually (not always) carry a knife at camp. I try to keep it covered by my shirt when my shirt is long enough to do so and I don't make a big deal of showing it off, nor do I take it out unless I'm actually using it to clean my fingernails or carving a stick or picking flowers. (Actually if I'm carving I'll have at least two knives, one for rough work and one for fine detail.)

I'm quite self-conscious about being seen with them.1 The few minutes I spent actually trying to throw knives at the wood shed I did first thing in the morning before anybody else was awake, and when Markku came by and saw me after he went fishing, I let him have a go at it and then I went to put them away.

Perhaps it's fear that I'll one day explode and people are gonna get hurt. That's understandable. I've only really exploded in front of people twice (both at university) and fortunately I wasn't armed, so only papers were torn and tables slammed upon. Even so, I'm terrified of hurting people physically (it's why I didn't practice sparring drills when I was in martial arts, even though we had padded gloves and stuff). But hey, ever tried just keeping your nose out of my business? It's not like I put my nose into yours. It'll help.


But I really can't dismiss the feeling that my personality has a lot in common with that of Crazyfinn. Stubborn like hell; can talk obsessively about some subjects (him: booze/hunting; me: semantics/culture); collects books; can talk forever about our own photographs; likes language and math puzzles, taking things apart, and fine manual work (him: electronics; me: art). Can get upset over really small things. Doesn't always think before one speaks, and sucks a little at reading social cues. On the flip side: Tries super-hard to be, if one cannot be civilized and nice, at least helpful in some way.

People warned me to be careful around Crazyfinn. Frankly, I don't find him nearly as scary as they've tried to lead me to believe. Oh sure, sometimes I feel a need to tread carefully around him, but he has NOT crossed the line with me and in fact I think he might even be deliberately trying not to.

So if that means that he and I make the same enemies/animosities, then so be it. I don't think he'd mind at all actually having someone like-minded around.

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1 Freaky fact that long-time followers of this LJ may recall -- I used to carry a frickin' arsenal - to class - with me sometimes, back in freshman year. I don't anymore. It's been replaced by the sword-shaped pendant I wear on a necklace. Maybe three people knew about it: me, my then-boyfriend, and, uh, ... dang it, there's got to have been a third person. But I don't remember whom.
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I hate bonfires and fireworks; human production of heat entropy for entertainment eats at me, for some reason.
Fortunately, fireworks season is over for the time being.


As of yesterday, I'm officially in Honors Linguistics!!!!! :DDDDD
I also had a straight A+ spring session (Phonetics and Second-Language Acquisition)!! :D
Please be excited for me rather than worrying about whether history is going to repeat itself yet again (i.e. I drop out of the program). Thanks. Your optimism is appreciated.

DLS adds: "Congratulations. You found the true path of the linguist. You're officially cool now. You will receive the official papers with stamps and signatures of the coolness crew shortly."


It also turns out that aside from my thesis courses, I'll only need to take one linguistics elective (and fine arts elective: choir) in my final year. Which leaves me plenty of time to work on that thesis thing.


How to make and lose a friend in seven days: spend a 2.5 hour road trip with them on a day when you've forgotten to take your anxiety medication and thus are incredibly emo.

The following is the "Epic Shenanigans!" shuffle-playlist I made for that trip. It's quite intense with a couple of sillier songs. I guess that says something about me.
Old favorites and the Most.Rockin'.Movie.Soundtrack.Ever (from the film 'Pahat pojat') )


My printer gave up its ghost this morning. It gave me a print head error so I soaked the head in isopropanol, which cleaned it mighty good, but didn't fix the error any. It'd cost more to replace the part than it would be to buy a new printer. I've had this printer since I started university, and I'm surprised that it's lasted this long, anyway. I still have one sealed, new set of inks for it though. Maybe I can sell them on kijiji or something.


I started reading Infinite Jest yesterday. I'm only about 50 pages in but I'm infinitely enjoying it so far. I think this makes me a pretentious bookworm.


Given how many people have recorded piano arrangements of the original Trine theme music, I'm surprised that the Trine 2 theme music, having been released in mid-April, still has no piano covers but my own, made three weeks ago.



"I've never heard 'weather pending' before. It sounds like you ordered some from Amazon and it's on a 7-day delivery." —[livejournal.com profile] shellynoir (about the very interesting memo taped to my door)


I ordered the textbook for my English syntax course a couple of days after I ordered Infinite Jest from the same webshop. Obviously the novel made it, but the textbook got held up by the postal workers' strike. The posties have been back to work for a week and I haven't gotten any mail all week. It's as though the postwoman is still on strike or something (not actually; my neighbours are getting their mail, uh, post).


I have throwing knives. They're actually sharp pointy objects, as opposed to most knives, which are sharp but not necessarily pointy. Sadly, I don't have anywhere to safely and discreetly practice with them around here unless I head over to the river valley or something and that's kind of sketch. At the not-so-secret-Finnish-camp, though, I can at least plonk the walls of the wood shed with impunity.
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Week 9
Day 16
I went to get coffee a little earlier today because I didn't want to run into anybody. Not to mention that I desperately needed it because I had hardly slept the night before. My own presentation was going to be on Thursday and I had finally checked out some books on Monday to do the required extra research. The building anxiety does really bad things to my sleep.

Our first presenter is the gentleman who had the cafeteria lady incident a few weeks ago. He's a very outspoken and energetic guy, and he kept talking for, I think, almost 40 minutes. When he was finally done, our teacher gets up and starts ranting about keeping things strictly to the time limit and how when she goes to these big conferences she has to present papers in 10 to 15 minutes. (Well, you know, you've already cut us down to 15 from 20-25...)

She then also whines about people making excuses about:
  1. Papers being American-centric,
  2. Papers being outdated.
Both of these are, indeed, invalid excuses without more context:
  1. Sometimes a paper might be based on American data but the implications are much broader. Other times the Canadian social dynamic really is different (esp. when it comes to racial demographics).
  2. A paper may have been done a long time ago but its findings were really significant. On the other hand, old statistical information may reduce the force of the paper's argument on us.
There's a second article we were supposed to read for the class, and she just gives us a few minutes to freely discuss in groups anything we wanted to talk about its content.

The other presentation was postponed over from last Thursday. Shawn was the guy who selected the article which I wanted to present on but I'm glad I didn't get. It's a seriously long paper (30-ish pages plus maybe another 10 pages of endnotes and references). He barely managed to squeeze it into just under 15 minutes and ended exactly at the end of the period. Since he briefly touched on some stuff I was going to talk about in my presentation, I asked him if he could send me a copy of his slides later in the day so that I could make sure I don't repeat anything that he said, or at least, go into more depth. So he let me borrow his flash drive. I have absolutely zero confidence that his slides would be made available online before Thursday.

The teacher sends us an email in the evening thanking us for "being present" today and telling us what we need to read for the next class. The sending of this email does not coincide with today's presentation slides being posted online.


Day 16.5 (Wednesday)
No slides online yet. I'm glad I borrowed the flash drive from Shawn.


Day 17
I couldn't sleep the two previous nights either. Well, I slept, but it was quite restless. Kept waking at 4AM for some reason before falling asleep again.

The teacher hands out a weird summary page with some quotations on it to review some important theories and some things to consider during the presentations this class. I can't really describe it, so I'll just post a photo of it...if I can find it. Oh, there it is.

The first presentation I couldn't really focus on, I was super-nervous about my own. I have a lot of stuff to cover and I didn't want to go on for too long. I also was worried about drawing too much from my experiences or whether I'd end up speaking too fast, since we're marked on presentation skills too, not just quality of thought.

I had very spartan slides. No pictures, no graphics, no background colours. Just my text. I wanted people to focus on the content, not the candy. My presentation focused on the stereotype of Chinese parents, because that's the part of the "model minority" stereotype that isn't fully seen while practising in the institutional setting. I really had to talk pretty quickly but I think I still managed to clock in at about 18 minutes. Argh. I'm really hoping that she isn't going to significantly penalize me for that.

She then tried to lead the discussion into institutional/structural racism again. I think we've talked enough about it, several classes worth of it. On the other hand, I think that we do need to talk a little bit also about what's actually behind those people who feel that there's a cultural explanation for why Asian parents are the way they are. Fortunately, I think the part of my presentation on Chinese parental expectations of kids raised a lot of questions with the class and so we managed to stick the discussion to the latter.

Urgh.

Mispronunciation of the day:
* "mec-CAN-ism" (you probably see this noted in pencil as a memory aid in the photo of the summary page above.)


As of now (Friday morning), any and all slides from presentations this week are not online. [Edit: Friday afternoon, and they're up now.] I'm also still really really tired.

In other news, I got this hat, and it demands this kind of photo (cartoon character from here):
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I think what started last week with the crappy day has been going downhill since then, not least because of the sheer amount of material I need to learn for my exams on Thursday and Friday.

Add that to people's superficiality and misunderstanding of my preferences regarding things that are the most near and dear to me (Finland, music, art) and you've pretty much got a bomb with a hair trigger.

I'm NOT going to be very amused with the jabs against me in my usual Finnish hideout1; [livejournal.com profile] gemigemi knows from me that they should be glad I'm NOT living in Finland right now because at this point in time I'm VERY ready to get a little stabby.

And in trying to figure out why people don't seem to understand my motivation for liking particular kinds of music (i.e. the feelings that it generates in me), the discussion of the sublime in my sociology of art class and one student's argument that the sublime doesn't exist anymore in a culture of images seems important:

I don't suffer from a lack of the sublime experience; I suffer from too much of it.



1Edit: One of them idiots tried to even justify said bullying as "entertaining for others and educational for the one picked on". No. Just... no. I'm sorry, but no. This isn't even about idealism. Maybe educating in that I learn that you are a jerk, but that's about it.
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 things that are full of lol
* finnish guys trying to speak mandarin
* chinese girl trying to speak finnish
* the chinese dialogue was kind of awkward, like the diction could have been much more natural - get chinese people to edit work by (finnish) translators plz
* wait wait wait ... ninjas? In Karelia?
* guest appearance of the dark mark
* "did you just stab me in the stomach with a sword?" "yep"
* fight scene reeking suspiciously of tango
* the end credits song, which totally ruined, uh, the credits (these finnish bands really should be banned -- haha get it? -- from singing in english)

things that are full of awesome
* the cloak
* brief kantele appearance
* the finnish wide-eyed, confused, and slightly stunned look
* any modern-setting film in which a crossbow appears is awesome
* markku peltola as the antagonist, speaking mandarin and kicking ass! he's srsly in most of the finnish movies i've seen, except we won't be seeing him anymore :(

though the film was released in china, i bet hardly anyone there "got it" - it's too full of finnishness
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while I was feeling very angry about it all but I just took it down because it was in rather bad taste. And possible grounds for expulsion.

Ivan: lol -_-;
Ivan: it is.. scary..
Ivan: lol -_-
Tuuli Mustasydän ='( - Surupuku on musta: it is? :-O
Ivan: yes lol..
Tuuli Mustasydän: ...
Tuuli Mustasydän: y?
Ivan: well. after seeing all those photos of ppl that shot up places and stuff doing things like that
Tuuli Mustasydän: :/
Tuuli Mustasydän: yeah i guess so
Ivan: usualy those dont sit well with me. yeah...
Tuuli Mustasydän: there's supposed to be a sort of self-irony :S
Ivan: yeah. i think i dont take too well to those things after all those recent acts of violence
Tuuli Mustasydän: yeah
Ivan: i do get the irony but yeah. haha. i guess the thought of cho sung hui's face and him holding knives etc. kinda overshadowed my perception -_-;
Tuuli Mustasydän: at least *I* don't have a God-complex ;)
Tuuli Mustasydän: try not to get too scared, k?
Tuuli Mustasydän: you know i couldn't...
Tuuli Mustasydän: i don't hate the world that much.

Whenever I feel like putting my freedom or my life in danger I remember that I still haven't seen my true homeland. And without a true family there, all of my countrymen are my family.

How can I ever possibly hate a world that has saved me so many times?
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Before work I pulled my hunting knife out of storage in my closet and fiddled around with it. Mmm... pointy.

No new shipments came in today, so we were just working with overfreight. Tons of it. I didn't notice any skids near Toys on my way in, but I do recall putting together a couple of skids of overstock at some point.

"How are you liking Toys?"

I made a 'so-so' sort of gesture. "I'd like to try something new."

That's how I got to work in Household Chemicals today. The boxes of stuff are much heavier and difficult to flatten afterward, and it kinda smells funky in there, but it was sort of nice because one doesn't get the random urges to buy one of almost everything. A couple of times I was called over to where renovations were going on to help push some modular rooms out of the way of new flooring and then back onto it after.

But the unspoken reason is that I wanted to be working *with* someone instead of alone so I wouldn't get... er... creeped. After all, I can't exactly bring my knife to work and sure didn't want to stab anyone... and it's darn hard to make a dent in someone with a box cutter (and even harder when the target is a big strong guy who very clearly regularly works out at the gym).

Creeper did attempt to make a couple of verbal passes at me near the end of the shift, but I mostly grunted and ignored him, so yeah.

I give almost everyone *one* chance. Beyond that, there's gonna be trouble headed towards 'em.

*flop*

Jan. 25th, 2006 12:37 am
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As written on UF:
"I know, I know... I normally don't listen to Finnish music in English, but I was curious about what else was on the "Angels Fall First" album aside from the "Lappi" cycle (Erämaajärvi / Witchdrums / This Moment is Eternity / Etiäinen). Then this (5.6MB .MP3) got stuck in my head :P It's so über-dramatic."



I've been at this for the last 6 hours or so, with a lot of help from the MIDI of this song on the official Nightwish site.

*flop*

The video for the new version of the song is pretty awesome too. Though the new version of the song itself isn't as awesome, Tarja fixes the 'swallowed' /r/ pronunciation that somewhat irritates me in the old version.

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In other news, I finally found a decorative box that was long enough for my Finnish knife! The knife in its sheath is about 12.5 inches long, and I had trouble finding a nice box for it, because for some reason, those boxes typically used for wine bottles aren't long enough. I think this one was designed for candlesticks, though.

Stabby Cat

Jan. 9th, 2006 06:36 pm
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Pointeh?

That is all. Why must pointys be so overpriced? ($29.99). It came really unpointy as well, but the dealer offered to sharpen it for free (I mean, what's the point [pun not intended] of one of these if it's not sharp?). Even so, he admitted that the stones of the sharpener were getting a little old and worn and didn't get it as sharp as he wanted it to be.
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[livejournal.com profile] theanomaly gave me one of these on Saturday. Whee!

Here's a webcam-quality pictoid from Saturday, of hieraco, me, and [livejournal.com profile] theanomaly..... Yep, that's [livejournal.com profile] theanomaly's house we're in.

Although, there are some more better pictoids here. The penguins aren't [livejournal.com profile] theanomaly's.



I got a Sea-Monkeys kit in the mail today, specifically the Magiquarium kit. This was for a secret Santa thing we were doing on ibscrewed.net. I don't know if I should open it, since I don't want to have to carry them around and home and stuff. That's the thing with pets :P

Oops

Oct. 24th, 2005 12:45 am
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I was laying on my bed and [livejournal.com profile] forgottenlord was laying next to me. I was playing with my knife and I was holding it on the floor next to the bed. He has to step over me to get off my bed. Instead of standing up on my bed then stepping off (like I would do), he brings his leg right over me (really uncomfortable!) and onto the floor, where he accidentally kicks the tip of my knife, which means it goes ~0.5cm into the middle of the top of his foot. Ouch. It bleeds.
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I *had* a blurry photo of my Finnish knife from [livejournal.com profile] forgottenlord's camera, but since I was never satisfied with that picture, I reminded myself that I do have a decent digital camera at home and thus I present to you a new picture of it. (It replaces the old photo which had the same filename.)
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This is a pointy-unpointy.

It's still a budget-priced piece (and also obviously decorative), but hey, it's pointy - this actually came with at least a bit of an edge.

Repost from UF:
I went back to the store today and exchanged the unpointy pointy for a niftier-looking one which appears slightly better-quality, but the same price. I talked friendly with the attendent, so he ended up grinding an edge on it for free :D

Of course, since it's a decorative piece, he wasn't sure how long the edge would stay on there. But that's okay. :)

An Opposite

Jul. 3rd, 2005 12:39 am
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This is an unpointy-pointy.

As in, very unpointy. Completely unpointy.

(Wouldn't say it wasn't worth the whining, but I think it could be nice with a bit of work.)

Ref: this UF post.

Quotations

Feb. 3rd, 2005 04:33 pm
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Quote of the Day (Paraphrase) for Lister Tuesday:
Me: Shit.
Forgottenlord: What?
Me: I have four knives on me, not three!
Forgottenlord: FOUR?!
Me: Yah, I forgot about my pocketknife again!


MSN Nick of the Day:
(Mine, of course.)
Tuuli Mustasydän - The Reluctant Engineer — must run away / from steve drake day / my letter's on display / inside the Gateway


The Letter on Display Inside the Gateway, as printed therein on the Letters page (duh! where else?):
An engineer complains about grammar [sic, as it's not a grammar issue at all, it's semantics]

The last time I checked my dictionary, the word "vend" meant "to sell, especially as a peddler or hawker." Either my dictionary is wrong, or the Coca-Cola vending machines around campus are trying to get me to set up a business with franchises next to each machine and sell the junk from the bottom of my closet, because I can win tickets from their "Vend to Win Tickets" promotion. I'm starting to avoid walking past vending machines because those signs, with the blatant misuse of a perfectly normal English word, make me cringe.

And while I'm at it, just a friendly reminder to readers that "loose" is an adjective, not a conjugation of "to lose," and definitely not a verb in its own right, except as a somewhat little-used synonym for "to loosen."

I don't know why [livejournal.com profile] forgottenlord was laughing so hard when he read it - or maybe he was laughing at how he totally took me by surprise when he walked in on my math lab, just as I was reading the Letters page.
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Question 1. When will I finally buy more beer? I've been holding it off with various excuses ever since I got back from winter break.

Customs duties and taxes suck. Phed put the actual price of the knife (ooh it's shiny) on the customs declaration rather than the sale price he bought it at. I was charged 7% for duties on the knife and 6% on the CD (the Apocalyptica "Bittersweet" single), plus 7% GST on their declared values. It used to be that if you manage to fit a CD into a padded envelope and send it as lettermail they won't put taxes on it (how else would I have gotten those other Finnish and Dutch CDs taxfree?).

So yes. I paid $21.01 in those freaking taxes. The worker at the post office was wondering why I had exact change in hand before she even rang it up on the register - she didn't realize that the value I owed them was written on the back of the pick-up slip.

It seems that Canada Post has finally caught up to the rest of the world by finally introducing the whole carbon-paper sticker for customs declaration, where you have to write both your and the recipient's address and detail the items' value and place of origin and stuff, the amount of postage, whether it's airmail or regular, and you sign the bottom, not just a list of contents and not even a signature...(However, I think it's just a new standard for postal corporations worldwide because I know for sure Finland didn't have such complicated forms in the past either - old European Customs stickers only required basically the list of items/values and a signature).

I also hate how Customs generally likes to abuse your packages when they open them for inspection. Phed had both items wrapped in sheets of newspaper and the inspectors didn't wrap them back up after looking at them, and also did a real shoddy job of taping the box back together (although it was probably already a bit beat up from being shipped regular post) and the CD case has a little bit of a crack in the corner. It's like that time I got my "Hallucinations of Holland" book back from its year-long foray in NL, the packaging was sort of like the kind of fold-over packaging for books they use for paperbacks if you mail order off Chapters online, and Customs opened it, dunno why, were they thinking it looked like a really flat brick or were they thinking I was trying to smuggle cannabis leaves in?

Anyway, I also don't remember asking him to include an entire issue of Helsingin Sanomat in the box, just a few pages...

Okay, now that I have something proper to refer to (the Finnish newspaper), I can finally get to writing the date in my diary in proper, fully inflected Finnish (because I was still doing it wrong).

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Official tool of the ESP1 (bad pic though). Well, at least between Mike from Sherwood Park and me. We both bought one each. This one I can carry around normally and it wouldn't freak people out as much as a fixed blade would (I think that's cuz carrying concealed fixed blades is a felony - according to Mike Theam). I also got a bottle of knife oil, and proceeded to splash a few drops on my already oil-stained pants (but I *like* this pair of pants! Argh! Why did I have to take them to Hong Kong, where kitchen grease, which stains permanently, gets onto drying laundry!?).

I bought a chunk of fresh beef today, and the chef's knife we have in the kitchen couldn't cut it. Guess what did: the Spanish one I bought on Sunday. Now if I hadn't made that investment, I probably would still be hacking at it with a dull knife trying to strip the tendons out right now. At least I'm pretty sure that I won't be wanting to buy any more knives for the time being. Wouldn't be able to afford more anyway. Is this what we call too much freedom?

Today we also cleaned the apartment and rearranged the furniture in the living room, now it looks so spacious and tidy!

I want to sleep this weekend but I have to study. I don't know which is more important. Probably study :(

1 ESP: inside joke.

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David and I got bored so we went to West Ed. I looked about and bought an old Finnish coin and some old paper money from Suriname and Estonia. Then we went for bubble tea. Then I got another really really cool set of bowie knives (very similar to #3 on this picture, but with a black sheath). Then I got a some Chinese bok choy and BBQ pork at T&T.

Bah, I scratched my knife already while sharpening it the way Mike Theam showed me (it was a little rusted at the tip, you see). Maybe I'm just clumsy. But one day when I'll have a really really really awesome knife and good tools and supplies to maintain it, I'll have had enough practice I won't screw up anymore :P



In physics class on Friday:
Dr. Marsiglio: "In physics we call it torque. Engineers prefer the word 'moment.'"
What if we're engineers in a physics class? What do we call it?

Postscript

Oct. 12th, 2004 05:02 pm
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Dear readers:

Please don't interpret my conversation with DarkFlash as an expression of an insane mind. I know I'm insane. I am merely looking for any suggestions as to what I can do to help myself feel better about myself -- for it is very very very lonely when it feels like that the party-types are allowed to pressure us to change and we just have to ignore them, but we must keep our own sentiments to ourselves and not try to pressure the party-types to change because it's "arrogant" and "rude" to do so to them.

My closer friends would know this, but I have tried to get professional help, but all it ever amounted to was a pat on the back and "you're coping with it in the right way." But things have changed and somehow I don't think it's the right way anymore. I want to see some results in the people around me. Adapting isn't an option. Ignorance isn't an option. I must be true to what I believe in and that bars those possibilities.

I don't carry my knife around in public as often or as openly as people think I do; it's either under my shirt when I'm wearing one of my huge oversized t-shirts, or it's in my bag or backpack, *when* I do have it on me. That's either when I'm in my apartment (for show or whatever reasons), or when I'm out in the dark, since Whyte is somewhat of a party/club/bar street and it *can* be scary at night. Sure, it may be a sign of inferiority, and although I'm not exactly trained in its use or anything it is a whole lot more comforting than trying to make myself believe that my (also not very well trained - since I am a bit pacifist and I didn't practice the self-defence drills) kungfu skills are all that's there to protect me.

I do not imagine violent fantasies because I actually want to act them out. Perhaps it is a result of pent-up anger that I cannot release - I do not like physical activities (i.e. sports), and I cannot write them out because I don't want to see my words. I would express it in art (any form, also includes writing) but that in itself is far more painful than it would be to keep it in my head. The images are painful when I look at them, and if you've seen any of my work from around the time when the whole Antonuk situation way back when was going on, you'd know too.

That's all I can think of for now - I'd go on forever if I had the time but I need to hang up my laundry to dry.

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