A little piece of my notes:

"urban: PII:ssä ei puhuta havaittavissa olevasta (80) (esim missä istuu) – perceptions treated as knowable in themselves – require no explication >< west: perceptions often a source of illusions, discourse brings out truth

PII: puheella voidaan valaista mutta myös peittää

hole in the sky is known only bc it is talked abt, discourse needed

ei nimeä itselleen – ”we” = ”we the living” >< ”they the dead”

death jako havaittavan ja ymmärrettävän välillä, epistemologiset kategoriat

> varmistaa epist. principlen joka orders discourse abt space"

 [emphasis added]

Now tell me, am I, or am I not, talented in combining two completely different languages??

Urban, Greg 1996: Metaphysical Community: the Interplay of the Senses and the Intellect. (P. 66—98.)

(Não sei porque diabos, mas) Estava lembrando a época do "junior high" (da 7a à 9a série), e as "piadas" (...) com que tanto dávamos risada na época:

"Dois caras andavam em cima de uma ponte. O do meio vestia um chapéu."
[Tá, na original não era um chapéu e sim um outro tipo de "roupa pra cabeça", mas é que eu não soube traduzir... Mas "felizmente" (...) não muda muito a "piada". (Bem que podia né...) Ah, e tinha uma outra versão também, em que "o cara do meio" tinha bigode... ]

ou

"Um sujeito foi ao supermercado. Violão."
Essa também tinha outras versões: o "violão" às vezes era substituído por uma "pá"... E pensando bem, o começo também tinha formas diferentes... Bastava um "Um homem tocava violão. Mesa." que a gente ria do mesmo jeito!

Nada a ver né...

1) Digite os 3 primeiros algarismos do seu telefone. (Não vale o indicativo 91, 21 ou 22 ou 26.)
[O email veio de Portugal... ]

É o número completo do seu telefone!"

I was just watching an oooold TV show that had Bill Cosby in it. (I'm not sure, but I'm thinking it was called I Spy... I wasn't going to watch it at first, but then I spotted the young [and pretty cute (;] Bill Cosby and thought, "I have to see this!") And having watched the show, I got to thinking how different the world was back then... Instead of a No Smoking sign, it said "Please use ash trays" on the wall (of what ever office or something they were pretending to be in...)!

I have to say I like "now" better... When it comes to smoking in public anyway!

Yea... I continued watching and saw Sasha Cohen — and remembered how she's really not bad, either! I do really like her skating, too...  Her style is quite different from Michelle Kwan's, but I do really like them both.

But good thing the camera puts on five (or is it ten? ) pounds because otherwise I'm thinking we wouldn't be able to spot Sasha Cohen at all.... The girl's tiny!

(Typing this last sentence [of Sasha Cohen being tiny], I remembered this time [well, I bet he's done that way more than once] that Conan O'Brien told this joke about some fat guy [I didn't know who it was and don't remember the name now], like "There're never any cup cakes left in the fridge where he [that guy he was talking about] works"... [Well, ok, the real joke was funnier. ] And then after everybody'd finished laughing, he goes, "Because he's fat!" and starts laughing....  Sometimes I think he's just hilarious!  [But my boyfriend does not... He hates it when I try and watch the show when I'm at his place...  Any ideas on how to fix that?? ])

Anywho... Sorry for such a long nothing-to-do-with-what-I-was-saying-at-first text between the ()'s....

"Societies must survive, but social life is more than just surviving. And cultural meanings are epiphenomenal only for those who choose to make them so."

Keith Basso, in Wisdom Sits in Places. Landscape and Language Among the Western Apache (1996)

Agora há pouco, estava assistindo a um programa anual de tevê no qual alguns professores comentam as questões de uma das provas finais do colegial. (Essa prova inclui muitas matérias, de biologia a psicologia e de geografia a religião. Ah, e a prova é nacional, por isso dá pra comentar na tevê.)

Estava vendo o programa com o meu irmão e um amigo seu, o Teemu, porque os dois participaram da prova hoje. E me deu vontade de voltar ao colegial... As matérias eram simples e as provas também, e também gostaria (e muito) de rever alguns amigos... E voltar a fazer bagunça no recreio (;

Mas depois de ter pensado um pouco, também me lembrei das coisas ruins: a falta de amigos na sala, a falta até de colegas para dar oi, os cursos de finlandês que me davam raiva (e quanta...)...

Às vezes é bom lembrar e até sentir um pouco de saudades, mas acho que também não posso esquecer que a minha vida hoje também não é nada má...

Iuuhuu!!! A Sarinha saiu viva da auto-escola hoje... E nenhum pedestre tampouco foi morto!  Que talentosa eu hein... (; Terminada a "aula", o professor escreveu na ficha: "Seria bom treinar o uso do câmbio manual"....  De qualquer forma, estou contente: não matei nem feri ninguém, o carro da auto-escola continua "desbatido" (aliás, se alguém o bateu depois que eu o dirigi hoje, já não é mais comigo né... ), e pelo que o professor falou, ou ele não gosta de criticar as pessoas , ou eu sabia mesmo um pouco...

Estou contente e feliz...  Agora o que resta de me deixar nervosinha, é a "prova" de finlandês que o meu irmãozinho teve hoje (ele ainda não voltou do colégio). É uma das provas finais do colegial, e se ele não passar, ele não se forma esse junho e terá que repetir a prova no outuno.... Iiix!  Espero que ele tenha ido bem, porque senão a minha mãe pira e todos sofreremos com as conseqüências.....

Iiiiiiih.... Amanhã vou começar a segunda (e, felizmente, curta) fase da auto-escola — e dirigir um carro de câmbio manual, coisa que não faço há quase dois anos!

Estou com um pouquinho de medo, um pouquinho "estressada"...  Mas não adianta né. Só posso torcer para que o professor escolha um caminho tranqüilo: nada de estradas de 80 km/h, por favor....

Depois, se Deus quiser (e eu não bater muito o carro... ), eu conto como foi.

I was watching Dr Phil the other day (speaking of which: you guys need to hear my Dad's Dr Phil impression: he takes his voice the lowest it can possibly go, and goes, "Hello, I'm doctor Phil. I know everything!" — and it's just hilarious! Although, it's not so much that he actually sounds like Dr Phil — because he really doesn't (; — as it is that it almost makes my Dad sound jealous of me "listening" (...) to Dr Phil's advice, not his....  And of course, him having made fun of me watching Dr Phil, I needed to get back at him.... Thus this part of the post (;)

Anywho, back to the show I was watching... In that day's show, the TV host had his wife help a poor (not literally) husband get presents for his wife, who, apparently, had been complaining about not getting enough of them (). So, the guy and Dr Phil's wife come back to the studio with a basket full of stuff, and Dr Phil goes, "Listen to me, son: this is stuff you just cannot go wrong with! This is the kinda stuff you'll wanna get your mrs." And what is there in the basket? Well, first, a bottle of champagne — and I think to myself, "Well, I sure wouldn't like to get that..."  And next? One of those "home spa" kits, you know, one of those little bags that has like cosmetics in it, for you to "pamper" yourself at home — and I go, "Yea... My Dad did get one of those for my Mum a few years ago — and unless I had opened it after like a year, it'd still be in the washroom untouched..."

So I started thinking, and thought, "Well, you can't go wrong with flowers (well, unless the girl's real allergic, that is)", but then I remembered one of my roommates: she really doesn't like roses much at all, and yet she loooves daisies...  So I guess flowers are off the picture, too /: (But just in case you're looking to buy me a present.... You "just cannot go wrong" if you opt for flowers! )

My boyfriend tells me he sometimes sees something nice in the store, like a shirt, that he'd like to get me... But that he doesn't because he's worried I'm not going to like it /: And I guess (oh well, actually I know) he's right: I'm not the easiest person to shop for... No matter how much I try to act nice and smile and say thank you and tell the person who got me the present I love it, I just can't help going mad inside.... And often I can't just keep it inside, either , and just come out and say it. Especially if somebody gets me something that not only did I not ask for, but also specifically mentioned I did not want, it drives me crazy.... I don't know, I guess it's a cerebral defect of mine or something  since my Mum tells me I've always been like that. But I am honestly trying to get better, and I actually even almost got thru last Christmas without screaming: if only they had left off that last present...

I hope I didn't scare you guys off.... But just in case I did: remember how I said you could never go wrong if you got me flowers?  (And what about you, anything you think you cannot make a mistake buying? )

Time for a little "" now... See you darlings later!

Some Winnebago (a native American people of Wisconsin and Nebraska) ethical code, as reported by Paul Radin, in his book Primitive Man as Philosopher (1957):

1. It is always good to be good.
2. What does life consist of but love?
3. Of what value is it to kill?
4. You ought to be of some help to your fellow men.
5. Do not abuse your wife; women are sacred.
6. If you cast off your dress for many people, they will be benefitted by your deed.
7. For the good you do every one will love you.
8. Never do any wrong to children.
9. It is not good to gamble.
10. If you see a helpless old man, help him if you have anything at all.
11. If you have a home of your own, see to it that whoever enters it obtains something to eat. Such food will be a source of death to you if withheld.
12. When you are recounting your war deeds on behalf of the departed soul, do not try to add to your honor by claiming more for yourself than you have actually accomplished. If you tell a falsehood then and exaggerate your achievements you will die beforehand. The telling of truth is sacred. Tell less than you did. The old men say it is wiser.
13. Be on friendly terms with every one and then every one will love you.
14. Marry only one person at a time.
15. Do not be haughty with your husband. Kindness will be returned to you and he will treat you in the same way in which you treat him.
16. Do not imagine that you are taking your children's part if you just speak about loving them. Let them see it for themselves.
17. Do not show your love for other people so that people notice it. Love them but let your love be different from that for your own.
18. As you travel along life's road, never harm any one or cause any one to feel sad. On the contrary, if at any time you can make a person feel happy, do so. If at any time you meet a woman away from your village and you are both alone and no one can see you, do not frighten her or harm her.
19. If you meet any one on the road, even if it is only a child, speak a cheering word before you pass on.
20. If your husband's people ever ask their own children for something when you are present, assume that they had asked it of you. If there is anything to be done, do not wait till you are asked to do it but do it immediately.
21. Never think a home is yours until you have made one for yourself.
22. If you have put people in charge of your household, do not nevertheless act as though the home were still yours.
23. When visiting your husband's people, do not act as if you were far above them.

 I'm thinking that even though a lot of time has passed since these "passages", as Radin calls them, were first written down, and even though the cultures and societies we live in are certainly different from the Winnebago one, some of this advice is not outdated at all... I'm thinking some of it would be a good ethical goal for pretty much anyone, no matter where or when they lived.

What do you guys think?

P.P. I especially liked the part where they said women were sacred...

— ou melhor, título de notícia engraçado, porque a notícia eu não tive o prazer de ler, por causa de um pequeno detalhezinho: não sou assinante. Mas o tal título que acabei de ver no site do UOL (uol.com.br) e que me fez sorrir, foi o seguinte:

Pablo Montoya
"Frank Williams só dizia que eu estava gordo"

Muy engraçado... Só tenho uma bronca: cadê o "Juan", hein??  O cara não se chama Juan Pablo Montoya? Para mim, sem o Juan, fica todo esquisito....

A próposito, algum de vocês já sonhou em ser um piloto de F1? Pois eu sim! (; Mas agora que cresci um pouco, acho que talvez só tenha sido bom que eu não acabei pilotando na categoria porque do jeito que venho batendo o carro em baixinhas velocidades (...), imagino como ficariam os caros e velozes carrinhos da Williams!  ("Williams" por ser a única equipe que jamais me "vi" correndo...  Tanto que já até me pediram pra correr na McLaren, mas imaginem, eu na "Mac"??! Tá louco....  )

Por hoje é só... Boas corridas — e muito cuidado no volante!!

 A dor quase que se foi... (: Bem que o pescoço não está completamente normal, mas já está bem melhor do que ontem.

Também comecei um novo curso hoje... Aliás, não sei como é (aí) no Brasil, mas aqui chamamos de curso uma série de aulas relacionadas. Então, esse curso que comecei hoje, faz parte do meu "curso" de Antropologia Cultural... Espero que não tenha ficado muito estranho.

De qualquer jeito, fiquei muito empolgada com o curso!  Mas é sempre assim né.... No começo, a gente está toda animada e jura que vai ler e fazer tudinho e ainda coisas extras e fazer tudo isso a tempo, mas infelizmente, passadas duas semanas, a gente já volta a querer fazer outra coisa também, tipo ver tevê, descansar, passar algum tempo com as amigas e o namoradinho, ir no shopping... Enfim, esquecer o curso por um tempo!

Tomara que dessa vez eu estude mais...  Vão torcer por mim??

horrible

P-A-I-N

in the neck

 It's hard to do anything, to move... Heck, it's even hard to be. Hope it goes away soon... Because this certainly ain't that sort of pain that results in "gain"!

I'm soooo pissed right now.... I wrote this long post and when I wanted to save it — I lost it all....

Well, anywho, não adianta chorar sobre o leite derramado (nesse caso, um post perdido....), on myöhäistä itkeä kun maito on jo maassa (tai "posti" hävinnyt...) and so on...

Eli siis, this past Sunday (27), I finally got to wear all that stuff I bought on Feb 15 [seriously, I need to learn how to link to an earlier post... But until I do, I guess you guys are just going to have to dig into the archives — sorry about that! /: ] — and I had so much fun!! And I have to say, it was not so much due to the program itself, as it was because I got to dress up — and due to very pleasant company, of course.... (; 

I was actually surprised by how much I enjoyed dressing up and having a hairdresser do my hair up and all... I'm not normally the princess type, I pretty much wear what I find comfortable, and often wear a head scarf and so on... But I guess it's the same thing a lot of women have with their wedding: they want that one day to be a princess... I just got off to a head start, that's all! (;

And I guess that might be part of the appeal we find in celebrities, too: they get to do on a regular basis what we might only get to do once or twice in our lives... (this whole dressing up and having your hair done etc. thing)

But back to my night as a princess... I had a maaarvelous time, and would like to thank my janoo  for both taking me there and being such nice company. Shukria, kultaseni!

Oh, and as for why we went there in the first place.... Well, he got this grant, and I guess they (Suomen Kulttuurirahasto) have this event every year where they invite all the people that got a grant that year (and a whole lot of other people, like two ex-presidents (; )... Apparently, not everybody gets to go, though, because of the limited seating (that is, you gotta be fast in your RSVP... (;). [The event was held at Finlandia-talo, a famous, local "concert hall", a very pretty one actually, designed by the late and yet one of the most famous Finnish designer-architects ever, Alvar Aalto...]

Bye for now!

Before I start, I'm going to say sorry: my English is not at its best this morning. Don't know if it's because it's early... Or maybe it's just one of those days.

Or, it might be that I have a fever... Or a temperature — where does one end and the other begin?  (;

 See how I'm not even able to concentrate?? Well, what I meant to say was, I had a slight temperature yesterday, and with the way I feel, I might still be having it...  Yet the real problem is that I don't know who to blame!!  My brother was ill last week, so I might've caught this from him... Or my boyfriend might've brought the disease to me from a few friends that had caught something, too. So I guess I'll just have to wait and see how it ends up being, before blaming whoever had the condition most similar to mine... (;

 You know this was really not what I wanted to blog about....  But I'll try and start a whole other post for saying what I wanted to because, well, it's just a whole other story.... See you guys soon