New times need new blogs

I don't want my blog to be any kind of diary, watch some soap shit on TV if you want that crap, but inevitably my life comes into anything I write. So, I've spent more than a year i Frankfurt, pretty far from home, after all, and I feel it's time to move on. I have learned a lot, having had good time to contemplate life as well as living it. So I move my thoughts into my new blog The word according to Auvinen. I hope it will be worth reading and checking out every now and then.

Over and out

Kloka röster finns trots allt

Just som jag började misströsta efter pophögerinlägget finner jag denna mer insatta bloggpost. Skönt att veta att det trots allt finns kloka röster där ute.

Pophögern - ignorance is a bliss

Googlade för att hitta stavingen på "laissez faire" och råkade stöta på denna otäcka sajt. Nåt litet pophögerbarn som hyllar kapitalismen och dissar socialismen utan att fatta nåt, om jag fattat saken rätt. Det ar otäckt att kapitalismen blivit så poppig, att folk tackar den för allt gott vi har. Visst, jättebra att vi har det materiellt bättre, men att tro att allt bara går ut på prylar är ju sorgligt. Och skrämmande eftersom de inte ser baksidan. Vi handlar ju billigt bara för att kostnaderna flyttat till andra sidan världen där fattiga och miljon får ta smällen. Ignorance is a bliss... Förbannade popnörd.

Detta citat (om idrott) säger en hel del: "En liberal vision för idrotten skulle inte bli något program. Det finns nämligen inget att skriva. I ett liberalt samhälle skulle medborgarna få klara sitt idrottande på egen hand, utan några 'hjälpande händer'".

Visst tenderar stater och andra institutioner (läs EU) att lägga sig i för mycket, men att tro att det bästa vore om vi bara sköter vårt eget visar vilken trygg liten ankdam ungen vuxit upp i. Och hans totala brist på fantasi och empati.

The importance of languages

I write daily in English, Swedish and German. At least. Often also in Finnish and Spanish. And I have noticed lately how many words are missing from the English language.

If you count the number of words in English, it might lead you to think the language is very rich, but this is not the case. Sure, there are twice as many words in English than Swedish, but at the same time there are som many things that lack a word in English. Correct me if I'm wrong, but is there a word for "snuvig"? No, you need to say you're having a runny nose. Förkyld? You're cold. Very ambiguous, if you ask me.

So, all these words in English, what are they for? They're all synonyms! A waste, I'd say. Sure enough, it's nice to choose a word that exactly tells you something, but what good is that when there are so many things you can't tell at all...

So, English is a poor language. If you take that another step - does that make the English-speaking people poor too, mentally? Might be provocative, but I'd say yes. This is of course not limited to English, I'd say everybody who knows more than one language has an advantage.

Why? Because the language stops you, it limits your creative thinking. If there are things without words, those things don't exist. I was raised speaking two completely different languages (Finnish and Swedish), then three (you hear English on TV and everywhere in Sweden), then four (a second language education used to start in 7th grade), and all these languages expands your mental horizon - you realize there are other ways to say the same thing, other views on the same phenomenon. We're all so different but still so alike.

This would explain why the sociaties using English (Great Britain and the USA) are so conservative and seem to have a hard time to think outside the box.

Bloggers are a threat?

This is cool! There seems to be a war going on. After the pathetic FRA law was voted for in Sweden and the power of the blogs was shown, it seems like some politicians are scared! Poor conservative idiots... Anything new is scary, ey? No, it's just another set of opportunities! To make laws controlling it, some seem to think... Sigh

Blogger registration in EU???

What the f...? Ok, democracy is challenged and freedom of speech and people is constantly getting less in these crazy days of post 9/11. But that pull backwards has mostly been driven by the dear old US. The conservative geeks of EU don't want to be worse though!

Latest idiocy coming from EU: Marianne Mikko (from Estonia, let's hope her fucked-up views are to be blamed on USSR) wants to register and control bloggers! She seriously thinks that freedom of speech would be improved if you could see the name and picture of the blogger. Has she ever in her life been outside Europe? Would anyone in, let's say China, dare to speak out if they new the government could get your arse???

Wow. And this idiot is representing us Europeans. That's a scary thought...

Too little peace...

I know I'm not well when I have no time to write in my blog! I need to write more often, no doubt. If I don't write it's a sign that I have too little time for reflection and thought. And even my company admits reflection is the basis for learning. And without learning, we're not living...

But I'm sure it will all get better. I have been doing great, but too much - snowboarding, running, hashing, gong-fu, travels, hiking... I'm just about to move out of my room in the Frankfurt whore area (by the central train station of course) and move into a more quiet part of town, Bornheim, filled with cafees and bars. That will be good. And I should find a new therapist as well. That is money well spent!

So, more of this soon. :)

Stayed put for too long

If you land on Heathrow and you think the people actually look quite good, you know something's wrong! Yeah, I've been in Frankfurt way too long...

Or could it be that I've actually been here too little? I mean, I've been all around central Europe, haven't been home in the past 7 months, really. And, just as usual, instead of taking care of things bothering me I have just continued running. That's exactly what I told myself not to do anymore when I got here!

But now I have almost moved in to my new place. In Bornheim, a quiet place filled with cafes, where I will - finally - come to peace. Or???

Being spoilt

Last entry was about boredom. A luxury decease...

Tonight I read a short story by Agnes von Krusenstjerna: Stulet nyår (Stolen new-year). It's about a woman in her forties, early last century. She was old, tired, gray, run-down and dirty, had never been kissed, had never eaten herself full, never been warm enough.

On New Year's eve she was watching the house of her master. She had already watered the flowers and should have left. But she stayed, tried the Missus clothes, felt their delicate fabric and texture, walked on the soft carpets, combed herself with a silver comb and felt all wonderful smells. Someone called to wish the family a happy end to the year, to her! She was in heaven. She forgot all about her gray shed, the cold, the rats, her hard bed.

While reading I realized what a spoiled little brat I am! I have more clothes than enough, can eat more than enough every day, have been kissed by too many, I am young, clean, strong and healthy, full of energy. What the hell am I complaining about??? Oh, I don't have a girl-friend! Oh, I can't buy everything I want! Oh, I don't know what shoes to buy! What the hell? Wake up! You're a privileged man! Enjoy it! And be thankful, brat.

Boredom

I'm so fuckin' bored! In fact, I'm so bored no one I talked to yesterday has said as much as "beep" to me today. I know I can be quite energetic, but it's usually in a positive way. I must have turned the energy flow and have now become a walking black hole, sucking out all energy.

In fact, I'm so bored I've had all kinds of daydreams about starting fights, just so that something would happen. Or some armed robbers would jump on the train and I could blow their brains out. Because I wouldn't give a shit anyway, so I'd fool them.

Nothing feels appealing. Not even jerking off. Or the fact I'm going to book a snowboard trip or three tomorrow. The ice-cream I'm eating tastes good, but it doesn't really feel good eating that crap after having a flue for the last few weeks and been eating only unhealthy stuff (you're allowed to do that when you're ill).

I can't go for a jog or to the gym or do any gong-fu, due to my recovering from that mentioned fuckin' flue. I don't have the energy to work either. I feel poor, so I can't waste money in any hooker bar in the neighbourhood, or get drunk (I don't like getting drunk anymore anyway, after the fucking aussies beat me up in Ireland last fall). I scared off my friends. I've slept so much in the past weeks there's no way I could fall asleep. I don't want to call anyone, gotten wise after yesterday...


So, left to my own devices, what the fuck to do? Well, being a thinking individual, why not analyse this shit?

So, what is it? I'm afraid this is the reaction that follows after realizing I can't just run after kicks anymore and then cut down a bit too much on the fun stuff. It's all about balance. Yin and yan. I need to have fun, but there has to be some balance to it. Not too much, not too little. Walking a fucking stick...

Heading north!

I went home to celebrate Christmas with my family and thereafter headed north, to Sundsvall, near the beautiful "High Coast" of the northern east coast of Sweden. I went to visit my friend Mia, whose parents live there.

The weather was awful. Just gray and rain, and Mia was sick, had caught her sister's germs. We headed out for the slopes around Sundsvall anyway, but it resulted in only one ride, for me alone, in fog and rain. Bad luck!

Lucky then that we had booked a cabin in Vemdalen where we spent New Year fighting germs, watching movies and actually riding some. But not very much since we lived at Vemdalsskalet, which was crowded and whose pists are boring and icey. The funpark was badly planned - you could only make one small and one big air on one ride.

Our cabin was a hit! Tiny, only about 25 square metres on two floors, with a tiny toilet with a shower handle only. But it was cosy, with its two beds and a TV on the top floor. And we went to the camping place for sauna a couple of times. The sauna was good, and shared between both men and women.

The New Year party at the hotel was fun, though! :) 1600 people with access to three stages/dancefloors. At that point Mia was recovering and we had a great time dancing bugg and mingling with drunk teenagers. ;)

The first day of the year started off with fresh powder, but we were quite relaxed... But the next two days we went to Björnrike, where the riding is much more fun! It's not as steep as in Skalet, but the runs are longer, less icey, far more various and entertaining and there are less people. Unfortunately the funpark wasn't even started yet.

Powder in Lech!

Second trip with Frankfurt International Ski Club took me to Lech, near Sö:lden in Arlberg, Austria. Our trip captain this time was Heather, doing an excellent job. We lived in the hotel Laerchenhof within walking distance from city centre and the lifts.

The skiing was great! Sunshine and powder. :) I followed the english gentleman Kevin with Venche, Ola, Mila and Dave, who took us to some awsome powder near the pists.