Once again on the better edge of annual Boston fewer, highest on July-August.
I just keep tracking the signals. I am alerted to Boston and of course the word pomps up more easily than another random word. F ex Louisiana. It would be a nice curiosity to start to follow how, when and where Louisiana would show up though.
Is it funny of what that 3 out of 12 of the bloggers I follow visited Boston within 6 past months? All for different reasons but still, Boston is not that famous tourist attraction.
Anyway, a nice link to the given name of this blog and Boston is the research showing that women who drink coffee are less in danger to get melancholia. Studied in Harvard. I have my idea of maximum resistance for melancholia aka the utmost pleasure; drinking coffee in Boston.
26.9.11
14.6.11
Summer lists
My abandoned blog here...
As the holiday gets closer the listperson within me arises... and as I want to sanctify the holiday just for holidaying, the list is to-do list before holiday. To be able to be on holiday. Not to mention the to-do lists I must do at work.
1. Before holiday:
*fix the terrace curtains. Material already bought from Ikea. Wonder if it should be 100% polyester.
*fix the terrace furniture cushions. No need for that in case of new polyrattan group.
*fix kids rooms curtains.
*renovate the chair now in garage. Oh, just got idea to use that extra cloth of english flowers aimed to Lottas windows for that... thick enough...
*buy new bed for Otto. IF using that cloth for chair and IF chair going to little kids room, coordinate the beddings with that...
*how about the Kulkue cloth for a soft - board and placed to laundry close to exit door... hmmm...
*get a piano tuner!
*bake the fridge full of coffee serving material
*cook the fridge full of ready-to-warm meals
*I was suppose to hire the young unemployed chef for that damn
*am I done with responsibilities to all third parties of my life
AND then let the holiday become
*pic nic at the forest behind Ainola
*pic nic at Suomenlinna with goulash soup
*visit Puuhamaa with kids
*Mustasaari?
*try frozen youghurt ice-cream
*strawberries
*s'more with Marie biscuits
*running in the rain
*try pilates?
*plan a trip to France
Feeling relieved now :D
As the holiday gets closer the listperson within me arises... and as I want to sanctify the holiday just for holidaying, the list is to-do list before holiday. To be able to be on holiday. Not to mention the to-do lists I must do at work.
1. Before holiday:
*fix the terrace curtains. Material already bought from Ikea. Wonder if it should be 100% polyester.
*fix the terrace furniture cushions. No need for that in case of new polyrattan group.
*fix kids rooms curtains.
*renovate the chair now in garage. Oh, just got idea to use that extra cloth of english flowers aimed to Lottas windows for that... thick enough...
*buy new bed for Otto. IF using that cloth for chair and IF chair going to little kids room, coordinate the beddings with that...
*how about the Kulkue cloth for a soft - board and placed to laundry close to exit door... hmmm...
*get a piano tuner!
*bake the fridge full of coffee serving material
*cook the fridge full of ready-to-warm meals
*I was suppose to hire the young unemployed chef for that damn
*am I done with responsibilities to all third parties of my life
AND then let the holiday become
*pic nic at the forest behind Ainola
*pic nic at Suomenlinna with goulash soup
*visit Puuhamaa with kids
*Mustasaari?
*try frozen youghurt ice-cream
*strawberries
*s'more with Marie biscuits
*running in the rain
*try pilates?
*plan a trip to France
Feeling relieved now :D
22.3.10
Strawberry ice-cream with seeds
I have been collecting hits. I had the idea of "hit" being something very remarkable. Like a flash from blackblue sky. But how often remarkable things are like that? From my experience flashes in your life turn out to be, more or less, hardships.
But positive things, they are tiny winy little bits. Like strawberry seeds in strawberry ice-cream. When you notice the seed in ice-cream you know the ice-cream was real thing. When you notice little Boston seed in your information flow you know that .... it is ...real life. And not yet quite real life ( as it mainly is the concrete flow of things) but still somehow ... something added... to keep the life ... as it should be. (I start to understand why love songs are repeating same sentences).
Nro 10. My sister knows my boston -mania and understands it also. She found an interesting blog from Boston. Where the blogger says she fell in love with Boston and moved there. That Boston is not Alabama but still lovable. Well... in my case... I have not yet moved to Boston and seem not going to visit it this summer; so much money spent to matching sets of clothes. As enjoying the life as it is right now, not next summer.
By reading the blog I was informed of a book of happiness . When I was younger I was very against all advices. Including the traffic regulations; my dad told me (after 15 years) he was very scared being my traffic license educator. I did not believe the regulations when he told them but he also had to explain why they were as they were and sometimes I didn't accept that and did not follow them. Be critical, doubt everything and trust seldom = younger me. A year or so younger.
Either do I believe when somebody is telling how to become happy. Life is far too big area to one human to learn how to be happy, how on earth you can tell that to someone else! Though best advices so far have I read from Gabriel Kuris.
But now I am so much older and wiser. I know there are some advices, at least useful tips in traffic.
After last blog (Bengt Holmström light) I contacted my ex-professor and told I wanted to join doctor-to-be club. She said welcome. Now I have a guide, I have a plan, I have a schedule and I have a idea of topic. Which is consumerism reflected to Spinoza's view of world. (Spinoza was the philosopher who's idea was "real me" is active, gay, joyful and initiative. Like controverting traffic regulations?! :D ).
As a mother of 4, as a whole-day financial manager (a good one), as an interested-in society matters, I have very limited amount of time for this. More spirit though, absolutely more spirit. But I found my path so far. I go to a nice restaurant called Grandma and read and note there, like a crazy un-social professor, one hour every day.
That makes me happy. Very happy. Smiley-happy.
Which rotates to happiness.
Hit number 11. In beginning of the century USA government wanted to know what makes human being happy. They started a project, decades long project. They measured 268 male harvardians with very different types of test: Rochas, weight, habits, nature etc.
After some time someone understood life is too complicated to be measured and brought along to something so final as "this is happiness".
But interesting part is that all this material is hold in .... Boston. So in case this research would tell it... Boston if any place knows what makes a human being happy. I am quite sure nobody mentioned reading Spinoza at lunch break in restaurant called Grandma as a source of happiness. To me it is. As are strawberry seeds in strawberry ice-cream.
But positive things, they are tiny winy little bits. Like strawberry seeds in strawberry ice-cream. When you notice the seed in ice-cream you know the ice-cream was real thing. When you notice little Boston seed in your information flow you know that .... it is ...real life. And not yet quite real life ( as it mainly is the concrete flow of things) but still somehow ... something added... to keep the life ... as it should be. (I start to understand why love songs are repeating same sentences).
Nro 10. My sister knows my boston -mania and understands it also. She found an interesting blog from Boston. Where the blogger says she fell in love with Boston and moved there. That Boston is not Alabama but still lovable. Well... in my case... I have not yet moved to Boston and seem not going to visit it this summer; so much money spent to matching sets of clothes. As enjoying the life as it is right now, not next summer.
By reading the blog I was informed of a book of happiness . When I was younger I was very against all advices. Including the traffic regulations; my dad told me (after 15 years) he was very scared being my traffic license educator. I did not believe the regulations when he told them but he also had to explain why they were as they were and sometimes I didn't accept that and did not follow them. Be critical, doubt everything and trust seldom = younger me. A year or so younger.
Either do I believe when somebody is telling how to become happy. Life is far too big area to one human to learn how to be happy, how on earth you can tell that to someone else! Though best advices so far have I read from Gabriel Kuris.
But now I am so much older and wiser. I know there are some advices, at least useful tips in traffic.
After last blog (Bengt Holmström light) I contacted my ex-professor and told I wanted to join doctor-to-be club. She said welcome. Now I have a guide, I have a plan, I have a schedule and I have a idea of topic. Which is consumerism reflected to Spinoza's view of world. (Spinoza was the philosopher who's idea was "real me" is active, gay, joyful and initiative. Like controverting traffic regulations?! :D ).
As a mother of 4, as a whole-day financial manager (a good one), as an interested-in society matters, I have very limited amount of time for this. More spirit though, absolutely more spirit. But I found my path so far. I go to a nice restaurant called Grandma and read and note there, like a crazy un-social professor, one hour every day.
That makes me happy. Very happy. Smiley-happy.
Which rotates to happiness.
Hit number 11. In beginning of the century USA government wanted to know what makes human being happy. They started a project, decades long project. They measured 268 male harvardians with very different types of test: Rochas, weight, habits, nature etc.
After some time someone understood life is too complicated to be measured and brought along to something so final as "this is happiness".
But interesting part is that all this material is hold in .... Boston. So in case this research would tell it... Boston if any place knows what makes a human being happy. I am quite sure nobody mentioned reading Spinoza at lunch break in restaurant called Grandma as a source of happiness. To me it is. As are strawberry seeds in strawberry ice-cream.
18.11.09
Sailoring to Rome
Two hits.
Number 8.
The dear violin teacher of my daughters. She is the utmost positive and most motivating teacher I have ever met. She has 3 adorable kids who attend the concerts every now and then. And her husband is American. I knew they lived for years somewhere around NY city. But then she mentioned they lived (before kids) in New Haven. (Why would I say New Heaven???) The city where Yale is. From my Scandinavian view Connecticut and Massachusetts are... close enough. New Haven is Boston.
Anyway: the teacher wears very often exactly the same outfits with me. We have funny time recognizing that. I would love to invite her (with family) to us but we are so busy! No free weekend before Xmas and present shopping is already canceled to be done during lunch brakes. Maybe next year. Spring is always... light and easy.
When I started this blog I had some kind of picture how this would help me to go to Boston. Nothing of the kind. All paths I tried closed just before my first step.
But then. One big article of Bengt Holmstrom. Hit number 9.
It was sunny and bright Saturday morning. (Saturdays seem to be remarkable in my life, I have to pay more attention to them!) My husband plays hockey every Saturday morning. Which means if I manage to feed my children without my very own presence, I may lay in the bed till 9.30. And at that time life IS bright and sunny.
He came home. I cleaned the kitchen, he started the laundry. Machines comfortable humming background we sat in the kitchen, read newspapers and drunk coffee. Fed children playing upstairs. Harmony.
-What do you know about Bengt Holsmtröm? He asked as reading an article.
-Me? He works at MIT. Was Nobel candidate. Research about game theory.
I don't surprise my husband very often. After being in daily contact for 20 years. But now he was.
-How do you know that much? I hardly recognized the name!
-Well, how do you know how to change brakes in the car? General knowledge. From here and there.
I read the article. And this honorable and evidently intelligent man said thinking is not logical. Thinking is like a Capricorn jumping here and there. Therefore he finds it very hard to write articles where sentences must follow each other with some kind of red string.
I have always thought it is my personal lack of capacity NOT to be able to think systematically. I started to love Bengt Holmström right away.
He also said when starting a research you attend to go to a certain destiny, let's say to Rome (all roads end up to Rome...). But it is very common you end up to totally different place. You MAY get to Rome if trying very hard. But the purity of honest research is wounded.
By the way. Rome is Rooma in Finnish. We also have a word called ruuma (hold). O and U are sometimes articulated similar. "All roads end up to ruuma, said the sailor!"
Number 8.
The dear violin teacher of my daughters. She is the utmost positive and most motivating teacher I have ever met. She has 3 adorable kids who attend the concerts every now and then. And her husband is American. I knew they lived for years somewhere around NY city. But then she mentioned they lived (before kids) in New Haven. (Why would I say New Heaven???) The city where Yale is. From my Scandinavian view Connecticut and Massachusetts are... close enough. New Haven is Boston.
Anyway: the teacher wears very often exactly the same outfits with me. We have funny time recognizing that. I would love to invite her (with family) to us but we are so busy! No free weekend before Xmas and present shopping is already canceled to be done during lunch brakes. Maybe next year. Spring is always... light and easy.
When I started this blog I had some kind of picture how this would help me to go to Boston. Nothing of the kind. All paths I tried closed just before my first step.
But then. One big article of Bengt Holmstrom. Hit number 9.
It was sunny and bright Saturday morning. (Saturdays seem to be remarkable in my life, I have to pay more attention to them!) My husband plays hockey every Saturday morning. Which means if I manage to feed my children without my very own presence, I may lay in the bed till 9.30. And at that time life IS bright and sunny.
He came home. I cleaned the kitchen, he started the laundry. Machines comfortable humming background we sat in the kitchen, read newspapers and drunk coffee. Fed children playing upstairs. Harmony.
-What do you know about Bengt Holsmtröm? He asked as reading an article.
-Me? He works at MIT. Was Nobel candidate. Research about game theory.
I don't surprise my husband very often. After being in daily contact for 20 years. But now he was.
-How do you know that much? I hardly recognized the name!
-Well, how do you know how to change brakes in the car? General knowledge. From here and there.
I read the article. And this honorable and evidently intelligent man said thinking is not logical. Thinking is like a Capricorn jumping here and there. Therefore he finds it very hard to write articles where sentences must follow each other with some kind of red string.
I have always thought it is my personal lack of capacity NOT to be able to think systematically. I started to love Bengt Holmström right away.
He also said when starting a research you attend to go to a certain destiny, let's say to Rome (all roads end up to Rome...). But it is very common you end up to totally different place. You MAY get to Rome if trying very hard. But the purity of honest research is wounded.
By the way. Rome is Rooma in Finnish. We also have a word called ruuma (hold). O and U are sometimes articulated similar. "All roads end up to ruuma, said the sailor!"
9.10.09
Tea, party and party politicians
This morning when settling down the computer and implementing mind from morning mood to work mood I realized I had to contact Sweden. Plain business. But the very next thought was Astrid Lindgren, I miss the world of hers! (Highly seems this blog is more or less concerning different types of missing... to be honest the VERY original idea for this blog was to picture and describe the daily coffee mug. I happen to collect beautiful cups. Therefore the coffee in the topic. But it seems the blog is taking another route. I let him.)
After mourning Astrid Lindgren's positive and sunny world I felt a big cascade of joy having my baby boy who is wholly ahead of it. Pippi Longstocking ! Emil! Lotta!
This blog is exactly the same. The sugar at the bottom. Last shining star. Infrequently visited dear friend. Having a profession among numbers I produce great amount of meaningful text (though not always objective which word was given as a synonym for meaningful ). The obsession of Boston has mitigated. I am not unhappy neither happy about the matter. As a pragmatic person I feel very adult when saying "Oh, the misery of Boston, I can handle that pretty nicely". Which happens to be also the truth.
At the same time I know the fewer will rise again next autumn. Anyway, I keep collecting the hints and saving the money to visit this dear destiny next summer.
I discussed with my mother about Ted Kennedy's funeral. Kind of macabre topic, must admit. But she is a great Kennedy fan. Next thing was that I found myself watching the funerals from youtube. And then John Kennedy jr. Then John F Kennedy. And Jacqueline Kennedy. And Marilyn Monroe. Because I love detailed history, which youtube can not serve, I also read their biographies. Or, to be exact, 500 pages of JFK political details are still under researches.
If only I had the newspapers and journals from that time! One should never put away old newspapers. They are very valuable when time passes. Ten years makes a miracle lift-up for a-day-old -news! But I do not have and must delay on what the writers say. And find the information also from what they don't say. American history is interesting. It is somehow vivid. Great Britain has a great history. But it goes so back on time, behind to the deep fog of passed centuries it is very hard to imagine how was that life like. "How did soldiers go to the toilet when they were fighting in the war at 1100's" asked my children last summer at the hills of Culloden. Yes. How? No idea.
Imaginable history, let say the time from 1500's is much easier to understand. And more interesting. Last weekend we traveled to this sad gathering of my grandmothers relatives and friends. I was suppose to give a speech. I had to write it in a driving car. For that I took big and heavy book of "History of Nations" ( 6 parts ). Looking that through I noticed Boston tea party happened exactly 200 years before I was born. Hit number 7.
After mourning Astrid Lindgren's positive and sunny world I felt a big cascade of joy having my baby boy who is wholly ahead of it. Pippi Longstocking ! Emil! Lotta!
This blog is exactly the same. The sugar at the bottom. Last shining star. Infrequently visited dear friend. Having a profession among numbers I produce great amount of meaningful text (though not always objective which word was given as a synonym for meaningful ). The obsession of Boston has mitigated. I am not unhappy neither happy about the matter. As a pragmatic person I feel very adult when saying "Oh, the misery of Boston, I can handle that pretty nicely". Which happens to be also the truth.
At the same time I know the fewer will rise again next autumn. Anyway, I keep collecting the hints and saving the money to visit this dear destiny next summer.
I discussed with my mother about Ted Kennedy's funeral. Kind of macabre topic, must admit. But she is a great Kennedy fan. Next thing was that I found myself watching the funerals from youtube. And then John Kennedy jr. Then John F Kennedy. And Jacqueline Kennedy. And Marilyn Monroe. Because I love detailed history, which youtube can not serve, I also read their biographies. Or, to be exact, 500 pages of JFK political details are still under researches.
If only I had the newspapers and journals from that time! One should never put away old newspapers. They are very valuable when time passes. Ten years makes a miracle lift-up for a-day-old -news! But I do not have and must delay on what the writers say. And find the information also from what they don't say. American history is interesting. It is somehow vivid. Great Britain has a great history. But it goes so back on time, behind to the deep fog of passed centuries it is very hard to imagine how was that life like. "How did soldiers go to the toilet when they were fighting in the war at 1100's" asked my children last summer at the hills of Culloden. Yes. How? No idea.
Imaginable history, let say the time from 1500's is much easier to understand. And more interesting. Last weekend we traveled to this sad gathering of my grandmothers relatives and friends. I was suppose to give a speech. I had to write it in a driving car. For that I took big and heavy book of "History of Nations" ( 6 parts ). Looking that through I noticed Boston tea party happened exactly 200 years before I was born. Hit number 7.
11.9.09
Elements of happiness
What makes this particular day so extraordinary? What makes ones life sometimes so wonderful? What is happiness?
Short answer. Happiness is when your personal needs and passions are in balance with yourself and with meaningfull people around you. You can fulfill both basic and astral (sometimes even astronomical) needs. Fulfilling them the way it is not making others unhappy.
I have thick and stiff hair. Last couple of weeks I have battled with it and unadequate foam. Yesterday I found the right one. And life is a bit brighter and fancier and more colorfull, simply because I see it now better.
And, referring to the topic in last blog, I contacted one friend I had not heard anything for ages.
Both these are making this day "the day", from their relatively small point of participancy.
Even though I assume the friend was delighted, fulfilling the needs (=making your life happy) is a selfish project. Or maybe not a project that starts and ends but just a ropedance without a start and en end. Sometimes bending to my side, sometimes to others. And all the time the rope is my life and the dancer is me.
I am so happy of that new foam!
Hit number 6. Finnish dairy brand Valio starts to sell lactose free milk in East Cost USA. They are not exporting it, the milk comes from New England farms. And is produced by Byrne Dairy. To me it is still a bit dim what exactly does Valio there do. Not produce, not sell. But still. Finnish designed milk in East Coast USA. How very convenient!
PS the post was a draft over a week. Friday night I got a call from my mother asking me to go with her to see my grandmother. Who was being very happy, in her very own words, but was not being alive for too long.
Right now life is somehow grey.
Short answer. Happiness is when your personal needs and passions are in balance with yourself and with meaningfull people around you. You can fulfill both basic and astral (sometimes even astronomical) needs. Fulfilling them the way it is not making others unhappy.
I have thick and stiff hair. Last couple of weeks I have battled with it and unadequate foam. Yesterday I found the right one. And life is a bit brighter and fancier and more colorfull, simply because I see it now better.
And, referring to the topic in last blog, I contacted one friend I had not heard anything for ages.
Both these are making this day "the day", from their relatively small point of participancy.
Even though I assume the friend was delighted, fulfilling the needs (=making your life happy) is a selfish project. Or maybe not a project that starts and ends but just a ropedance without a start and en end. Sometimes bending to my side, sometimes to others. And all the time the rope is my life and the dancer is me.
I am so happy of that new foam!
Hit number 6. Finnish dairy brand Valio starts to sell lactose free milk in East Cost USA. They are not exporting it, the milk comes from New England farms. And is produced by Byrne Dairy. To me it is still a bit dim what exactly does Valio there do. Not produce, not sell. But still. Finnish designed milk in East Coast USA. How very convenient!
PS the post was a draft over a week. Friday night I got a call from my mother asking me to go with her to see my grandmother. Who was being very happy, in her very own words, but was not being alive for too long.
Right now life is somehow grey.
9.9.09
Missing
The logic of the world remains the same. Be it a cobweb or internet; same logic.
Another fact is that there is not such a thing than mind-reading. Simply because the thoughs and ideas in our mind are not in any reasonable shape. Untill we print them out literally or mutually.
I understand that it can be coincidence if you mention a thing in a blog and next day that thing is concrete need or topic.
But it seems I should start every blog with "Did I just mention" and then repeat what was mentioned in earlier blog. Because those mentioned topics feels to be bugging me right after underestimated in earlier blog.
The logic of life. When the feeling in my mind takes a literel form in this blog, it changes to something concrete or need or topic.
Did I mention I do not miss anything right now? Because right after that I found many friends I miss so badly and would love to see. Coincidence? I don't think so.
Another fact is that there is not such a thing than mind-reading. Simply because the thoughs and ideas in our mind are not in any reasonable shape. Untill we print them out literally or mutually.
I understand that it can be coincidence if you mention a thing in a blog and next day that thing is concrete need or topic.
But it seems I should start every blog with "Did I just mention" and then repeat what was mentioned in earlier blog. Because those mentioned topics feels to be bugging me right after underestimated in earlier blog.
The logic of life. When the feeling in my mind takes a literel form in this blog, it changes to something concrete or need or topic.
Did I mention I do not miss anything right now? Because right after that I found many friends I miss so badly and would love to see. Coincidence? I don't think so.
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