hienoa !
kirjoittakaa nimettömästi tai nimellä varustettuna runoja tai "pienoisnovelleja" tänne näin kommenttina tähän postiin, tai mulle sähköpostilla (kaisaveera gmailissa) tai facebook-viestillä.
tämä on siis runokilpailu. paras yritys palkitaan ehkä jotenkin jos hyvä tuuri käy.
kunniaa ja mainetta et saa ellet pistä vähintään nimeä ja syntymäaikaa ja luottokortin numeroa mukaan.
runojen ja/tai pienoisnovellien aiheet ovat:
1. "näin minusta tuli mies"
2. "onnettomuus pispalassa"
maksimipituus 15 sanaa.
vastausaikaa on vuoteen 2012 mennessä.
runot suomeksi tai englanniksi.
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this is a serious competition. so be ready to get serious.
post a comment with a poem or a short story.
the topics are
1. how i became a man
2. an accident in pispala
the lenght should not be more than 15 words per poem/story.
deadline is in 2012.
write in finnish, please. i know you can do it. (if you're retarded you can write in english too.)
the winner might get something or might not - some fame at least, and you'll get to read other people's masterpieces! go on, write!
persian
kaunis harmaa ilta tampereella.
päivityksiä elämästä, jossa ei tällä hetkellä tapahdu mitään. mikä on ilmeisesti ihan positiivinen asia.
söin äsken perunamuussia sängyssä. se tiivistää kaiken olennaisen: sen, ettei minulla ole hampaita enkä saa suuta auki; sen, että keittiö on liian kaukana. eikä se ollu edes oma sänky.
tosiaan, mun piti lähteä tänään pietariin, mutta olen tampereella.
musta on hieman häiritsevää, että saan sairaalasta mukaan särkylääkkeiden ja antibioottien päälle kodeiinia, johon koukuttuu ja kuolee suomessa vuosittain enemmän ihmisiä kuin heroiiniin.
"eikö näitä saa pienemmässä pakkauksessa?" kysyn apteekissa.
ei saa, ja apteekin täti vielä kirkkain silmin selittää, että tämä on sitten hyvää vaikkapa yskään, jos sulla jää näitä pillereitä käyttämättä.
siis että anteeksi mitä? minä kyllä juon yskään mieluummin mustaherukkamehua ja yrttiteetä ja LEPÄÄN, kuin nappailen kolmiolääkkeitä.
olo on tänään hyvin eriskummallinen.
sain rakkauskirjeen, joka oli kirjoitettu niin epäselvällä käsialalla, etten ole oikeastaan edes varma, onko se rakkauskirje ensinkään.
pöydällä on cantaloupe-melonin kuoria. tekisi mieli syödä jotain oranssia.
päivityksiä elämästä, jossa ei tällä hetkellä tapahdu mitään. mikä on ilmeisesti ihan positiivinen asia.
söin äsken perunamuussia sängyssä. se tiivistää kaiken olennaisen: sen, ettei minulla ole hampaita enkä saa suuta auki; sen, että keittiö on liian kaukana. eikä se ollu edes oma sänky.
tosiaan, mun piti lähteä tänään pietariin, mutta olen tampereella.
musta on hieman häiritsevää, että saan sairaalasta mukaan särkylääkkeiden ja antibioottien päälle kodeiinia, johon koukuttuu ja kuolee suomessa vuosittain enemmän ihmisiä kuin heroiiniin.
"eikö näitä saa pienemmässä pakkauksessa?" kysyn apteekissa.
ei saa, ja apteekin täti vielä kirkkain silmin selittää, että tämä on sitten hyvää vaikkapa yskään, jos sulla jää näitä pillereitä käyttämättä.
siis että anteeksi mitä? minä kyllä juon yskään mieluummin mustaherukkamehua ja yrttiteetä ja LEPÄÄN, kuin nappailen kolmiolääkkeitä.
olo on tänään hyvin eriskummallinen.
sain rakkauskirjeen, joka oli kirjoitettu niin epäselvällä käsialalla, etten ole oikeastaan edes varma, onko se rakkauskirje ensinkään.
pöydällä on cantaloupe-melonin kuoria. tekisi mieli syödä jotain oranssia.
a day without money
Morning: I wake up from my friend's lovely countryside house. The sun has already been up for several hours, even though it's only 9 o'clock. For this reason I love Finland.
For breakfast I eat rye bread (another reason to love Finland) with cucumber, tomatoes, margarine and tofu. All found from a dumpster behind the local grocery store. I also take some fruits with me as snacks.
We set off to a nearby village where Tero is studying glass blowing. In such a hot day feels absurd to step into the big hall full of open fires, the sweaty air burns your cheeks and bring tears into your eyes. The glasses are beautiful, though. They have made an installation out of "melted" glass bottles (that actually remind me of Dali's watches) and an old vacuum cleaner. Sadly I have no picture of it.
From Toijala we start hitchhiking towards Tampere, holding the good old "forward" sign. People are smiling at us. I am smiling even more, for it just feels so great to be on the road with Tittis again (even though it's only a short way this time), remembering all the crazy penniless worry-less summer days with tiny bags, old cassette player, broken shoes or no shoes at all... She is the one I hitched with to Amsterdam and back, my first longer hitchhike trip. No plans at all, no equipment, no money. We started hitching in Tampere, Finland with a sign saying "Amsterdam". We got there in three rides.
This time we are lucky again. A nice black-haired man drives us close to highway leading to Tampere, from where we immediately get a lift in a truck. The driver takes us close to the center. We walk through the city streets in the summer heat without shoes on, Tittis is pointing at everything she sees with total exitement. After the time spent in the forest she is going slightly crazy from all the people, cars, cafés and roller skates.
We spend a nice day going around the city, meeting our friend Marja and sitting in a park watching the ants and the clouds and everything in between.
At four o'clock I start walking towards the hitching spot again; I want to get to Jyväskylä for the evening, my brother's band is playing and it's been a while since I've last seen their gig. I stand with my thumb out for maybe 15 minutes, when a foreign van pulls over. The driver is middle-aged, wears dark glasses and looks slightly suspicious. I'm pushing back my prejudgements (hmm, which I might actually want to have while hitching) and get in. He agrees to take me all the way to Jyväskylä even though it's not really his destination. At some point, based on his stories, I am sure he's a drug dealer. But he isn't. It turns out that he's actually dealing diamonds with the Russian mafia. Or something like that. I don't ask about the details. He is making some questions about a possible boyfriend, but this time I am clever and start chatting about how we are actually planning to have a family soon and move into the countryside, and how much I'm looking forward becoming a mother... I hope this will distract him enough to forget any dirty thoughts he might have had about me. It works, and we spend the rest of the journey talking about our future plans. He tells me he would like to live in a wooden hut next to a lake one day. I tell him to go for it.
When we reach Jyväskylä, he says I shouldn't be hitching alone, and that I should be more careful with guys like himself. I agree, but I say that I'm really glad he was worth trusting. We say goodbye.
With mixed feelings and slightly shaky legs ( I did get a bit worried at the russian mafia part), I climb up a little hill in Jyväskylä to meet an old friend of mine. He is hanging out with some circus people who are practicing trapeze outside in the trees.
I realize it's time to go to the gig already, and to my pleasant surprise a stranger offers to lend me his bicycle. Gratefully I cycle to the youth center right on time to see the last three bands playing. My brother's band is the last one. It's strange to see my little brother on the stage banging the drums all sweaty and tattooed, still remembering so clearly the days when we shared a room, and how he used to dream about becoming a rockstar, practiced drumming with cardboard boxes before he got a real drum kit.
After the gig I realize how hungry I am. Where could I get food? It's already really late, not many shops are open (especially ones with some vegan food). But then it turns out that there's still some pasta left at the backstage, and the musicians have already left. I'm saving the rest of the food from going into the bin. New home in my empty stomach, there you go.
I go back to the park, where we make human pyramids, get to see a spontanoeus one-minute jane austen play, and talk about the world. People around us are drinking beer and throwing up on their shoes, this is the part of Finland I haven't missed.
When I get hungry again, I tell myself I will surely find some food sooner or later. No need to go shopping, as there is so much food waste in the world already. And just ten minutes later I'm eating a slice of a massive lovely Finnish sweet bun which was cruelly abandoned on a park lawn.
The walk home is long but lovely. I have shoes that I found on the streets in Barcelona; perfect size, perfect look.
Recently I read an article about food not bombs and dumpster diving. Why would anyone want to eat stuff that was in a dumpster, they asked.
Why would anyone want to buy, buy, buy, more, more and more stuff when the dumpsters are already full of edible goods still in their own packages?
I read 30% of all the food produced in the UK is going to waste. In the US it's even worse : 40-50%. I don't know what's the magic number in Scandinavia, but based on the dumpsters I have seen in Finland, and especially in Denmark, I would guess we are not much better.
And still we are talking about "a depression", finance crisis, threat of poverty, in our own country. There is not enough food in the world to feed all the population, it is being said. But it's not true - there is enough food, it is just being thrown away.
So now I have lived yet another day completely without money in an expensive welfare country. The idea does not come from wanting to save up, or because I couldn't afford to buy food or ride a car. This society is producing so much waste it could feed not only me but thousands of others. Most of the cars I see have three or four empty seats. I'm dumpster-diving fucking wine and roses and expensive cheese.
It simply doesn't make any sense to want everything new and shiny for as long as this kind of waste production keeps on going. So, until I find a better solution -
For breakfast I eat rye bread (another reason to love Finland) with cucumber, tomatoes, margarine and tofu. All found from a dumpster behind the local grocery store. I also take some fruits with me as snacks.
We set off to a nearby village where Tero is studying glass blowing. In such a hot day feels absurd to step into the big hall full of open fires, the sweaty air burns your cheeks and bring tears into your eyes. The glasses are beautiful, though. They have made an installation out of "melted" glass bottles (that actually remind me of Dali's watches) and an old vacuum cleaner. Sadly I have no picture of it.
From Toijala we start hitchhiking towards Tampere, holding the good old "forward" sign. People are smiling at us. I am smiling even more, for it just feels so great to be on the road with Tittis again (even though it's only a short way this time), remembering all the crazy penniless worry-less summer days with tiny bags, old cassette player, broken shoes or no shoes at all... She is the one I hitched with to Amsterdam and back, my first longer hitchhike trip. No plans at all, no equipment, no money. We started hitching in Tampere, Finland with a sign saying "Amsterdam". We got there in three rides.
This time we are lucky again. A nice black-haired man drives us close to highway leading to Tampere, from where we immediately get a lift in a truck. The driver takes us close to the center. We walk through the city streets in the summer heat without shoes on, Tittis is pointing at everything she sees with total exitement. After the time spent in the forest she is going slightly crazy from all the people, cars, cafés and roller skates.
We spend a nice day going around the city, meeting our friend Marja and sitting in a park watching the ants and the clouds and everything in between.
At four o'clock I start walking towards the hitching spot again; I want to get to Jyväskylä for the evening, my brother's band is playing and it's been a while since I've last seen their gig. I stand with my thumb out for maybe 15 minutes, when a foreign van pulls over. The driver is middle-aged, wears dark glasses and looks slightly suspicious. I'm pushing back my prejudgements (hmm, which I might actually want to have while hitching) and get in. He agrees to take me all the way to Jyväskylä even though it's not really his destination. At some point, based on his stories, I am sure he's a drug dealer. But he isn't. It turns out that he's actually dealing diamonds with the Russian mafia. Or something like that. I don't ask about the details. He is making some questions about a possible boyfriend, but this time I am clever and start chatting about how we are actually planning to have a family soon and move into the countryside, and how much I'm looking forward becoming a mother... I hope this will distract him enough to forget any dirty thoughts he might have had about me. It works, and we spend the rest of the journey talking about our future plans. He tells me he would like to live in a wooden hut next to a lake one day. I tell him to go for it.
When we reach Jyväskylä, he says I shouldn't be hitching alone, and that I should be more careful with guys like himself. I agree, but I say that I'm really glad he was worth trusting. We say goodbye.
With mixed feelings and slightly shaky legs ( I did get a bit worried at the russian mafia part), I climb up a little hill in Jyväskylä to meet an old friend of mine. He is hanging out with some circus people who are practicing trapeze outside in the trees.
I realize it's time to go to the gig already, and to my pleasant surprise a stranger offers to lend me his bicycle. Gratefully I cycle to the youth center right on time to see the last three bands playing. My brother's band is the last one. It's strange to see my little brother on the stage banging the drums all sweaty and tattooed, still remembering so clearly the days when we shared a room, and how he used to dream about becoming a rockstar, practiced drumming with cardboard boxes before he got a real drum kit.
After the gig I realize how hungry I am. Where could I get food? It's already really late, not many shops are open (especially ones with some vegan food). But then it turns out that there's still some pasta left at the backstage, and the musicians have already left. I'm saving the rest of the food from going into the bin. New home in my empty stomach, there you go.
I go back to the park, where we make human pyramids, get to see a spontanoeus one-minute jane austen play, and talk about the world. People around us are drinking beer and throwing up on their shoes, this is the part of Finland I haven't missed.
When I get hungry again, I tell myself I will surely find some food sooner or later. No need to go shopping, as there is so much food waste in the world already. And just ten minutes later I'm eating a slice of a massive lovely Finnish sweet bun which was cruelly abandoned on a park lawn.
The walk home is long but lovely. I have shoes that I found on the streets in Barcelona; perfect size, perfect look.
Recently I read an article about food not bombs and dumpster diving. Why would anyone want to eat stuff that was in a dumpster, they asked.
Why would anyone want to buy, buy, buy, more, more and more stuff when the dumpsters are already full of edible goods still in their own packages?
I read 30% of all the food produced in the UK is going to waste. In the US it's even worse : 40-50%. I don't know what's the magic number in Scandinavia, but based on the dumpsters I have seen in Finland, and especially in Denmark, I would guess we are not much better.
And still we are talking about "a depression", finance crisis, threat of poverty, in our own country. There is not enough food in the world to feed all the population, it is being said. But it's not true - there is enough food, it is just being thrown away.
So now I have lived yet another day completely without money in an expensive welfare country. The idea does not come from wanting to save up, or because I couldn't afford to buy food or ride a car. This society is producing so much waste it could feed not only me but thousands of others. Most of the cars I see have three or four empty seats. I'm dumpster-diving fucking wine and roses and expensive cheese.
It simply doesn't make any sense to want everything new and shiny for as long as this kind of waste production keeps on going. So, until I find a better solution -
YOU SLEEP - I EAT YOUR RUBBISH!
finland
I was living and working in southern France, near Perpignan, near the beautiful Pyrenees, on a little piece of land. Only nature surrounding me.
My days were spent doing yoga, digging in the garden, picking wild herbs, cycling around the countryside, writing, trying to learn a bit of french (i learned more norwegian than french, which is not a bad thing as such)
, and enjoying the Sun every day as it was greeting me in the mornings and setting upon my little shed in the evenings.
My hosts, Eva and Marco, were wonderful people and amazing artists, giving me lots of inspiration and sharing their stories. They have cycled in Africa and walked with a mule in Ecuador - of course with their instruments and scetchbooks. And I got a new friend of a very young age; Tamino the baby, with whom I got along extremely well and for the first time of my life thought that babies aren't that strange after all. I had loads of fun with this little person, discovering my inner child and getting amazed by little wonders of the world as to him everything was new and delightful.
My home was surrounded by apricot and almond trees, mountains and hills, and my only neighbors were animals. Snakes, wild boars, foxes and hawks were among the wildest encounters I made. Also wild rosemary, thyme and peppermint were growing all over.
After these weeks in the paradise I have returned to Finland, where everything else is gray apart from traffic signs. I know the sun will be here sooner or later, and luckily I have restored some of the southerm sun inside me. And that sun I'm taking with me where ever I go.
I arrived in Finland on a Thursday evening with a bag full of dried herbs, wet and dirty clothes, and a bird made out and old kettle and a bunch of scrap metal.
I'm thinking about Russia. It's a long journey and a part of me wants stability more than that. Something I haven't really had for years - a home, a time when no constant arranging of the future is needed. And at the same time I am running, away from something, towards something, does it really make a difference?
Inspiring days are back anyway, that's what matters the most right now. Re-discovering the creative side of myself, remembering how one can completely ignore the normality of space and time and flow freely through images, expressions, and the mind...
There is a great thunderstorm outside. Safe in my parents' living room I watch the lightnings cutting through the dark blue sky as my thoughts are flashing back to the field in Ähtäri after a long day of fence building. Legs brown and bruised all over, hair wet and hands dirty, we ran, inhaling the whole range of life in a single breath.
My days were spent doing yoga, digging in the garden, picking wild herbs, cycling around the countryside, writing, trying to learn a bit of french (i learned more norwegian than french, which is not a bad thing as such)
, and enjoying the Sun every day as it was greeting me in the mornings and setting upon my little shed in the evenings.
My hosts, Eva and Marco, were wonderful people and amazing artists, giving me lots of inspiration and sharing their stories. They have cycled in Africa and walked with a mule in Ecuador - of course with their instruments and scetchbooks. And I got a new friend of a very young age; Tamino the baby, with whom I got along extremely well and for the first time of my life thought that babies aren't that strange after all. I had loads of fun with this little person, discovering my inner child and getting amazed by little wonders of the world as to him everything was new and delightful.
My home was surrounded by apricot and almond trees, mountains and hills, and my only neighbors were animals. Snakes, wild boars, foxes and hawks were among the wildest encounters I made. Also wild rosemary, thyme and peppermint were growing all over.
After these weeks in the paradise I have returned to Finland, where everything else is gray apart from traffic signs. I know the sun will be here sooner or later, and luckily I have restored some of the southerm sun inside me. And that sun I'm taking with me where ever I go.
I arrived in Finland on a Thursday evening with a bag full of dried herbs, wet and dirty clothes, and a bird made out and old kettle and a bunch of scrap metal.
I'm thinking about Russia. It's a long journey and a part of me wants stability more than that. Something I haven't really had for years - a home, a time when no constant arranging of the future is needed. And at the same time I am running, away from something, towards something, does it really make a difference?
Inspiring days are back anyway, that's what matters the most right now. Re-discovering the creative side of myself, remembering how one can completely ignore the normality of space and time and flow freely through images, expressions, and the mind...
There is a great thunderstorm outside. Safe in my parents' living room I watch the lightnings cutting through the dark blue sky as my thoughts are flashing back to the field in Ähtäri after a long day of fence building. Legs brown and bruised all over, hair wet and hands dirty, we ran, inhaling the whole range of life in a single breath.
cycling around the french countryside,
nothing but me and the mountains and vines turning green,
neverending roads,
secret hideaway places along the river which is nearly dried out
wheels firmly on the sandy path, i look up and laugh and greet every single creature on my way:
hello bird, hello mosquito, hello old man on a tractor
i can't help it, life is just so exciting and so full of miracles
nothing but me and the mountains and vines turning green,
neverending roads,
secret hideaway places along the river which is nearly dried out
wheels firmly on the sandy path, i look up and laugh and greet every single creature on my way:
hello bird, hello mosquito, hello old man on a tractor
i can't help it, life is just so exciting and so full of miracles
barcelona
Thumbs out, stop the first driver while the midday heat is starting to tickle your skin
The man is from Morocco and his car has no windows
I have to keep my eyes closed, the wind is too strong on the highway,
and before I even realize, we are in Barcelona
Walking on the beach, the night restless and wild
Breathe the Sea
See the others further away drinking cheap wine from a plastic bottle
Nobody here but you can hear the buzz and hassle and dancing and excited screams from the previous summer and years before that
Run, the security and discomfort of shoes becoming just a distant memory
Footprints on the sand,
knowing that in seconds the sea will swallow them
But your handprints in the world, you hope they would last till tomorrow
The man is from Morocco and his car has no windows
I have to keep my eyes closed, the wind is too strong on the highway,
and before I even realize, we are in Barcelona
Walking on the beach, the night restless and wild
Breathe the Sea
See the others further away drinking cheap wine from a plastic bottle
Nobody here but you can hear the buzz and hassle and dancing and excited screams from the previous summer and years before that
Run, the security and discomfort of shoes becoming just a distant memory
Footprints on the sand,
knowing that in seconds the sea will swallow them
But your handprints in the world, you hope they would last till tomorrow
kasvispakko, nälkälakko?
Kirjoitus helmikuulta:
Päätös Helsingin kouluihin tulevasta kasvisruokapäivästä on tuntunut saavan erityisesti koululaisten vanhemmat takajaloilleen. Helsingin Sanomien nettikeskusteluissa manaillaan kilpaa idunpureskelijoiden ideologian pakkosyöttämistä, pelätään lasten terveyden ja jaksamisen puolesta sekä puidaan koko päätöksen tarpeellisuutta. Toivottavasti näiden närkästyneiden vanhempien mielipiteet eivät tartuta lapsiin turhia ennakkoluuloja. Mikäli yleinen näkemys kasvissyönnistä todella on "viherpiipertäjien salaatinpureskelua", toivoisin jonkinlaista asenne- ja ravintokasvatusta lasten ja nuorten ohella myös aikuisille.
Olen kuullut ja lukenut lukuisia väitteitä siitä, että kasvisruokapäivä olisi pakottamista ja lasten oikeuksien polkemista. Minusta on kummallisempaa, että lapsille syötetään pienestä pitäen tehotuotettua lihaa ja opetetaan, että se on ainoa oikea ruokavalio. Onko kukaan informoinut lapsia esimerkiksi siitä, että useimpien karkkien valmistuksessa on käytetty possun suolia tai nahkaa? Tai että herkkupyöryköitä varten kanoja kasvatetaan suurissa halleissa 20 kanaa neliömetrin kokoisella alueella ja ne teurastetaan muutaman viikon ikäisinä varta vasten ihmisten tarpeita tyydyttämään? Veikkaisin, että aika monelta lapselta voisi mennä nakkikastikkeet väärään kurkkuun, jos he tietäisivät, mistä se ruoka lautaselle on oikein tullut. Toki eläimet tappavat toisiaan, nimenomaan luonnossa ja luonnollisesti. Mistä se liha sitten kouluruokalaan saapuu? Ei suinkaan metsästä, niinkuin esi-isämme sen hankkivat, vaan laitoksista, joissa eläimiä pidetään tuotantovälineinä. Miksi pitäisi opettaa lapsille, että kyseisten asioiden syöminen on ihan luonnollista, tarpeellista tai jopa välttämätöntä?
Huvittavinta – tai kenties sittenkin surullisinta - oli lukea kommentteja vanhemmilta, jotka suunnittelivat antavansa lapsilleen kasvisruokapäivinä rahaa pizzeriakäyntejä varten, jotta nämä varmasti saisivat vatsansa täyteen kunnon ruokaa. Mitä se koulussa (tai kotona) normaalisti tarjottava "kunnon ruoka" sitten oikein on? Nakkeja, lihapullia ja kalapuikkojako - jauhomössöä ja eläinruohojen jämätuotteita? Itse muistan kouluruokailusta parhaiten sen kammottavan ruskean kastikkeen, josta lihanpalasia sattui lautaselle vain hyvällä tuurilla ja kovalla kauhomisella. Eineslihapullien ravintoarvo on surkea ja lihapitoisuus lähinnä vitsi, sen sijaan samalla hinnalla voitaisiin tarjota esimerkiksi maistuvia papu- ja linssiruokia. Kasvisruuan terveellisyyttä ja ravitsevuutta epäilevät voisivat minun mielestäni avata suunsa vasta siinä vaiheessa, kun se heidän ihannoimansa "kunnon ruoka" on jotain muuta kuin eineksiä.
Vegaaniliiton sivuilta löytyy esimerkki, jonka mukaan annos papupataa vie kaikkiaan vain noin kymmenesosan sianliha-aterian tuottamisen vaatimasta energiamäärästä.
YK:n maatalousjärjestö FAO:n mukaan eläintuotanto vaikuttaa kasvihuonepäästöihin enemmän kuin liikenne.
Suomessa viljellään lähes 80%:lla peltopinta-alasta rehua eläimille, joita ihmiset puolestaan sitten syövät, sen sijaan että käytettäisiin peltoja suoraan ihmisten ravinnon viljelyyn.
Kaikista kasvihuonepäästöistä karjatalous aiheuttaa noin 18%, mikä on todella paljon siihen nähden, kuinka helposti asiaan voitaisiin vaikuttaa.
Entä sitten "toiselta puolelta maailmaa tuodut herkut"? No, väännetään nyt edelleen rautalangasta, että suurin osa Suomeen tuodusta soijasta menee eläinten rehuksi. Lihansyöjä siis kuluttaa soijaa siinä missä kasvissyöjäkin, paitsi että sen LISÄKSI lihansyöjä kuluttaa vielä lihaa. Kuulostaako järkevältä? Ei minustakaan.
Lisäksi, monia proteiinipitoisia ruokia saa lähempääkin; suomalaista härkäpapua ja hernettä, vehnägluteenista valmistettua seitania... Myös hamppua voitaisiin hyödyntää nykyistä paljon enemmän, mutta valitettavasti sitä ei asenneongelmaisessa Suomessa tällä hetkellä juuri viljellä. Hampunsiemenistä voidaan valmistaa mm. maitoa, hampputofua eli hefua sekä huipputerveellistä hamppuöljyä.
American diet assosiationin mukaan
"vegaani- ja muut kasvisruokavaliot sopivat kaikenikäisille, kun ne on koostettu hyvin. Ne ovat ravitsemuksellisesti riittäviä myös lapsille ja murrosikäisille sekä raskauden ja imetyksen aikana. Kasvisruokavalioissa on monia terveydellisiä etuja: niissä on vähemmän tyydyttynyttä rasvaa ja eläinproteiinia ja kolesterolia ei juuri lainkaan. Sen sijaan kasvissyöjät saavat ruokavaliostaan enemmän hiilihydraatteja, kuitua, magnesiumia, antioksidantteja (kuten C- ja E-vitamiinia) ja fytokemikaaleja. Kasvissyöjillä on havaittu olevan pienempi painoindeksi kuin sekasyöjillä, samoin pienempi sydäntautikuolleisuus. Veren kolesterolipitoisuus ja verenpaine ovat kasvissyöjillä myös pienemmät. Heillä on lisäksi alhaisempi riski sairastua verenpainetautiin, tyypin 2 diabetekseen sekä eturauhas- ja paksusuolensyöpiin".
- Mutta pitäähän lapsiparkoja nyt puolustaa tältä kamalalta salaattikuurilta, onneksi esimerkiksi diabetes ja verenpaineongelmat eivät millään lailla kosketa suomalaista elämää...
asuin koopenhaminassa taide/rakennus/ekokollektiivissa, jossa herasin filipin kanssa joka aamu argentiinalaisten kitaransoittoon. aurinko tervehti muistuttaen tulevasta kesasta, jota piti lahtea vastaan kohti etelaa.
saksaan liftaaminen meinasi ensin tyssata tanskalaiselle huoltoasemalle, mutta lopulta paadyimme puolivahingossa puolaan. sieltakaan poispaasy ei ollut helppoa, joten vietimme yhden erittain kauniin yon pienen lammen rannalla puolan ja saksan rajamailla, seurana kuu, tahdet ja nuotio seka kourallinen vesilintuja.
saksassa seurasi pari lyhytta kaupunkivisiittia, jonka jalkeen suuntasin sebastianin kanssa keskelle eramaata (maaplantti saksassa, joka on kauimmaisena kaikista moottoriteista). paistoin lettuja auringonpaisteessa, kavelin pitkin hylattyja rautateita ja opiskelin ranskaa ja venajaa kirgisialaisen elamantapareissaajan kanssa leirinuotion aarella. mulle tuotiin koivunmahlaa aamiaiseksi, ja lahtiessa aamu oli huurteinen ja kirkas.
matka ranskaan kesti yon yli, seuraavana aamuna herasin auringonpaisteeseen ja valimerelta puhaltavaan suolaiseen tuuleen.
liftasin ketin ja romyn kanssa barcelonaan. marokkolaisen miehen autossa ei ollut ikkunoita, joten jouduin pitamaan silmat kiinni suurimman osan matkasta, mutta aina valilla piti kurkistaa ohikiitavia pyreneiden upeita vuoristomaisemia ja oliivipuita.
tutustuimme ranskalaiseen jonglooriin, joka majoitti meita huoneessaan vallatussa talossa parin korttelin paassa meresta. juostiin paljain jaloin rannalla ja istuttiin aaltoja tuijottaen myohaan yohon asti.
tana aamuna palasin parisataa kilometria pohjoiseen, ja talla kertaa nain sumuiset vuoret koko komeudessaan.
perpignanin juna-asemalla vietettyjen tuntien jalkeen marco tuli hakemaan minua, ajettiin vanhojen linnojen, aprikoosipuiden ja pienten jokien keskella kohti uutta kotiani.
tulen asumaan seuraavat X paivaa/viikkoa/kuukautta/vuotta ranskalaisella maaseudulla pienella maaplantilla keskella ei mitaan, vuorien ja mantelipuiden ymparoimana, ilman sahkoa ja juoksevaa vetta, ilman naapureita, kasvimaata hoitaen ja aurinkovoimalla toimivia suihkuja ja muita kummallisuuksia rakennellen; ja toivon mukaan kirjoittaen ja piirtaen yha enemman. vahemman tapahtumia ja muutoksia ulkoisessa elamassa, sisainen maailma saa enemman tilaa kehittya ja tasapainottua.
filip on matkalla vastakkaiseen suuntaan, mutta luulen, etta jokin luonnonlaki vetaa meidat takaisin samalle puolelle maailmaa ennemmin kuin arvaankaan.
saksaan liftaaminen meinasi ensin tyssata tanskalaiselle huoltoasemalle, mutta lopulta paadyimme puolivahingossa puolaan. sieltakaan poispaasy ei ollut helppoa, joten vietimme yhden erittain kauniin yon pienen lammen rannalla puolan ja saksan rajamailla, seurana kuu, tahdet ja nuotio seka kourallinen vesilintuja.
saksassa seurasi pari lyhytta kaupunkivisiittia, jonka jalkeen suuntasin sebastianin kanssa keskelle eramaata (maaplantti saksassa, joka on kauimmaisena kaikista moottoriteista). paistoin lettuja auringonpaisteessa, kavelin pitkin hylattyja rautateita ja opiskelin ranskaa ja venajaa kirgisialaisen elamantapareissaajan kanssa leirinuotion aarella. mulle tuotiin koivunmahlaa aamiaiseksi, ja lahtiessa aamu oli huurteinen ja kirkas.
matka ranskaan kesti yon yli, seuraavana aamuna herasin auringonpaisteeseen ja valimerelta puhaltavaan suolaiseen tuuleen.
liftasin ketin ja romyn kanssa barcelonaan. marokkolaisen miehen autossa ei ollut ikkunoita, joten jouduin pitamaan silmat kiinni suurimman osan matkasta, mutta aina valilla piti kurkistaa ohikiitavia pyreneiden upeita vuoristomaisemia ja oliivipuita.
tutustuimme ranskalaiseen jonglooriin, joka majoitti meita huoneessaan vallatussa talossa parin korttelin paassa meresta. juostiin paljain jaloin rannalla ja istuttiin aaltoja tuijottaen myohaan yohon asti.
tana aamuna palasin parisataa kilometria pohjoiseen, ja talla kertaa nain sumuiset vuoret koko komeudessaan.
perpignanin juna-asemalla vietettyjen tuntien jalkeen marco tuli hakemaan minua, ajettiin vanhojen linnojen, aprikoosipuiden ja pienten jokien keskella kohti uutta kotiani.
tulen asumaan seuraavat X paivaa/viikkoa/kuukautta/v
filip on matkalla vastakkaiseen suuntaan, mutta luulen, etta jokin luonnonlaki vetaa meidat takaisin samalle puolelle maailmaa ennemmin kuin arvaankaan.
freedom vs. responsibility?
This was originally posted on CouchSurfing but I thought I'd share it here as well:
Many of us have given up or minimized several things (eating meat, consuming, wasting electricity/water, driving, etc) to abandon the unethical, non-environmental way of living that seems to be considered as normal in the modern western society.
But we are still all travellers. I still dream of travels to the other side of the world, especially going to South America to volunteer on organic farms there. But I see the contradiction in that; polluting the planet and supporting airline companies just so I could volunteer for protecting environment?
How, and why, do you travel?
In what kind of cases do you justify flying (or any other kind of polluting transport)?
Are we, in spite of living in an "alternative" way, still seeing Easy&Cheap&Accessible travelling as something that we really need and deserve? Of course it's impossible to give up absolutely everything, but where do you set your limits?
The only morally acceptable ways of transport I can think of are walking, cycling, sailing and hitchhiking. I've met so so many people who agree with this but still end up flying (for example) because "there just wasn't any other way". What if the other way is staying at home, or travelling only where you can get by your own feet?
I also agree with everyone that there certainly is a need to travel in order to gain better understanding of life, the humankind, the world, or of yourself... This need as such isn't in question, but how about the way of fulfilling it? For most of us - depending on where you live of course - there are so many places (actually, more than you could see in one lifetime) reachable by overland travelling. Would these places be enough to fulfill this need? Or do we need the whole world to be available for us?
Seems like many people are still travelling to get more and more names into their list of visited countries... sure you gain experience in this way as well, but at what cost?
And which experience would be more enriching; travelling on a train / by hitchhiking to China through Russia, understanding the real distance of the journey and seeing all the places in between, or flying to Beijing for two weeks and then straight back home? By no question most would choose the first one - but then there are some problems like time. What if you only made a couple of such journeys in your life instead of making the two-week long every year? Would this be a less enriching and satisfying way, do you think you would gain less understanding or less adventures like this? Just wondering...
Many of us have given up or minimized several things (eating meat, consuming, wasting electricity/water, driving, etc) to abandon the unethical, non-environmental way of living that seems to be considered as normal in the modern western society.
But we are still all travellers. I still dream of travels to the other side of the world, especially going to South America to volunteer on organic farms there. But I see the contradiction in that; polluting the planet and supporting airline companies just so I could volunteer for protecting environment?
How, and why, do you travel?
In what kind of cases do you justify flying (or any other kind of polluting transport)?
Are we, in spite of living in an "alternative" way, still seeing Easy&Cheap&Accessible travelling as something that we really need and deserve? Of course it's impossible to give up absolutely everything, but where do you set your limits?
The only morally acceptable ways of transport I can think of are walking, cycling, sailing and hitchhiking. I've met so so many people who agree with this but still end up flying (for example) because "there just wasn't any other way". What if the other way is staying at home, or travelling only where you can get by your own feet?
I also agree with everyone that there certainly is a need to travel in order to gain better understanding of life, the humankind, the world, or of yourself... This need as such isn't in question, but how about the way of fulfilling it? For most of us - depending on where you live of course - there are so many places (actually, more than you could see in one lifetime) reachable by overland travelling. Would these places be enough to fulfill this need? Or do we need the whole world to be available for us?
Seems like many people are still travelling to get more and more names into their list of visited countries... sure you gain experience in this way as well, but at what cost?
And which experience would be more enriching; travelling on a train / by hitchhiking to China through Russia, understanding the real distance of the journey and seeing all the places in between, or flying to Beijing for two weeks and then straight back home? By no question most would choose the first one - but then there are some problems like time. What if you only made a couple of such journeys in your life instead of making the two-week long every year? Would this be a less enriching and satisfying way, do you think you would gain less understanding or less adventures like this? Just wondering...
tämä päivä weimarischestraßella on ollut kulinaristisia elämyksiä täynnä.
aamupalaksi i ja s nauttivat lähileipomosta noudettuja eilisen päivän "kivikovia" sipulileipiä. leivät paahdettiin uunissa, minkä seurauksena i sai kolmannen asteen palovamman.
leipien seurana i ja s saivat nauttia auringonpaisteesta, django reinhardtista, luomuavokadoista sekä dyykatusta vaniljakahvista. kaiken tämän kunniaksi s poltti myös 1,5 savuketta.
makuaisteja hivelevä päivä jatkui s:n kokeellisella kurpitsapaistoksella, johon i halusi laittaa banaania, mutta hänet komennettiin sen sijaan tiskauspuuhiin.
ruuassa oli paljon chiliä, inkivääriä ja valkosipulia, ja se maistui erittäin hyvältä.
päivän muu ohjelma:
s on polttanut tupakkaa, piirtänyt sateenkaaren keittiön kaapin oveen ja lörpötellyt puhelimessa. kello 19 lähti kuljettamaan luomuolutta kolmipyöräisellä polkupyörällä ympäri kaupunkia.
i on kävellyt hermostuneesti ympäri asuntoa, kävellyt neustadtiin ostamaan muistikirjan, kävellyt takaisin, jatkanut asunnossa kävelyä. juonut kohtuuttoman paljon suklaateetä.
muuta huomioitavaa:
soijamaito on jäässä.
i:n palovamma on muuttunut ruskeaksi.
aamupalaksi i ja s nauttivat lähileipomosta noudettuja eilisen päivän "kivikovia" sipulileipiä. leivät paahdettiin uunissa, minkä seurauksena i sai kolmannen asteen palovamman.
leipien seurana i ja s saivat nauttia auringonpaisteesta, django reinhardtista, luomuavokadoista sekä dyykatusta vaniljakahvista. kaiken tämän kunniaksi s poltti myös 1,5 savuketta.
makuaisteja hivelevä päivä jatkui s:n kokeellisella kurpitsapaistoksella, johon i halusi laittaa banaania, mutta hänet komennettiin sen sijaan tiskauspuuhiin.
ruuassa oli paljon chiliä, inkivääriä ja valkosipulia, ja se maistui erittäin hyvältä.
päivän muu ohjelma:
s on polttanut tupakkaa, piirtänyt sateenkaaren keittiön kaapin oveen ja lörpötellyt puhelimessa. kello 19 lähti kuljettamaan luomuolutta kolmipyöräisellä polkupyörällä ympäri kaupunkia.
i on kävellyt hermostuneesti ympäri asuntoa, kävellyt neustadtiin ostamaan muistikirjan, kävellyt takaisin, jatkanut asunnossa kävelyä. juonut kohtuuttoman paljon suklaateetä.
muuta huomioitavaa:
soijamaito on jäässä.
i:n palovamma on muuttunut ruskeaksi.
this is what democracy looks like
After Berlin
I travelled to Copenhagen where the COP15 climate conference was taking place.
In front of the Folketshus on a freezing cold December evening I was greeted by a friend-of-a-friend David. He arrived with open arms and a big smile, and probably the wildest hair I've ever seen... It was like meeting an old friend. Soon after eating a delicious meal from the people's kitchen, I was put on a Christiania bike (it's a bicycle with a large "basket" in the front where you can sit) and given a ride all the way through windy dark Copenhagen night to Ragnhildsgade, a massive group of buildings where hundreds of activists were already sleeping in.
Carefully walking through the mattresses, legs and arms spread all over the floors, I made my way into the warmest room I could find and put my slightly smelly sleeping bag next to David's sort-of-a-bed. It was the warmest room of all but still I had to reach for my winter coat during the night.
The morning came with sunbeams striking through the tiny gray windows. A strange voice proclaimed cheerfully "What a lovely day for a riot!"
- But there was no riot.
Tens of thousands of people marching through the city streets, for six hours in total, hundreds of them arrested.
Police cars everywhere. NGO's proudly carrying their flags, samba bands banging their drums, children sitting on their parents' shoulders trying to get a better view over the chaotic mass of shouts, screams, smiles, uncertain moves and bursts of frustrated messages that no one had listened to.
Inside all this, so far the biggest demonstration I had taken part in, I was led by friendly hands and greeted with warm hugs.
There was Kyle, the crazy american, and Martin, a danish guy in a red overall, Candela the Spanish revolution queen and Sofie, the sweetest and most beautiful young woman, who welcomed me to stay at her place despite the fact that I was a complete stranger.
Tobias, the other Martin, Faith, Radu, Dominico, and a bunch of other names that I have already forgotten, but it doesn't really matter because what will not be forgotten is the impact these people had on me.
I have never experienced such solidarity. These guys were probably, without exaggerating, the friendliest, bravest people I've ever met.
They were deeply dedicated to fighting for justice, standing up for their ideals. Never with an aim to hurt, but to save and to change.
Not that my own lifestyle wouldn't be quite radical compared to the standards, but still I was amazed by how these guys were exactly the ones who were at the same time shown on the news and media as the aggressive hooligans who only want chaos and destruction.
Moreover, I was shocked by the fact that I might have been in Finland, reading the news and having my opinions based on the facts given from the media perspective. I might have made some different choices several years ago and ended up on the other side of the TV, just following the world through the screen, not knowing whom to trust and therefore accepting the mainstream image without a question.
What the TV screen showed was angry activists attacking the police, throwing stones at windows, disturbing the peace in the Democratic heaven of Denmark. What I saw was hundreds of cops, raising their arms and batons against anybody, groups of people silenced before they could speak, numbers of banderols torn before they could be read.
Now, if I may ask, what is the point of democracy if people then unsatisfied are forced to apply for permits to complain? We are given rules for how we can express our concerns, and even when following these rules, we are represented to the masses as a violent minority, just to make sure no more people would get off their couches, turn off their televisions and go out to see the world with their own eyes.
Citizens thinking too much, too critically, is dangerous to the leaders, that is easy to understand. What is not easy to understand, is how most of us think this is called freedom.
und jetzt... berlin
Here I am, sitting in Berlin, unable to explain what has happened or how I feel about it.
December has already taken over me, I'm starting to feel the need to hibernate over the winter or escape back to south.
I am here, observing the movements of strangers, thinking about time and distances and how relative everything is, how far your mind can travel within the smallest physical space available.
Yesterday was very warm, I was walking in Tiergarten, drawing trees, watching dogs and people running by.
One day I will tell you all the stories, one day.
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