Sunday, February 26, 2012

A recap from last week:

I......
  • Had fun with Laskiaispulla day (Monday)


(Just after taking this picture, an older man approached Albert and me. "It looks like a face," he said straightforwardly. We laughed and he pointed to the space between the bread. "That looks like the mouth," he declared, and walked away.)










  • Went with Rob to talk with students at a Finnish public high school (Thursday)


(The route to the school was new to me)



(As was this statue)



(Not the best season for sitting on benches)



(One of the most modern, high-tech high schools in Finland)



(Inside)
  • Enjoyed the apartment sauna (Wednesday)
  • Has great conversations with Finnish students at a house party Uzair invited me to (Friday)
  • Danced at Doris and Miami (Tuesday and Friday)
  • Went to the FestArt exhibition, invited by Liina (Saturday)


(Just one of several art projects)
  • Ate brunch at Klubi, where short films were being screened from 11-2 (Saturday)


Updates from Sunday and Monday coming soon.

Monday, February 20, 2012

Open wide!

"Hello, I am Timo. Please follow me," said a friendly-looking man in a white lab coat. We walked down the hall to room number four, where I saw a young hygienist sifting through some papers. A green patient's chair stood in the center of the large, sterile room.

I left my coat and bag near the door, and made my way toward the seat. It was cushy and comfortable, and the dentist started asking me a few questions. Suddenly I heard a low noise, and the chair started to recline. When I was in a lying position, I noticed about a dozen postcards taped to the ceiling. They depicted landscapes, cute animals, and Finnish characters illustrated by Marti Innanen.

The checkup was quick and painless. No cavities, and compliments on my gums! But a reminder to brush and floss everyday, and to avoid too many sweets. I asked whether I should come in for a cleaning, and Timo said that it wasn't necessary, but that I could if I wanted to. Overall, the experience was much more pleasant and light-hearted compared with the serious and business-like atmosphere you might find in an American dentist office. (My latest dentist being an exception. He works in a colorful, quaint little building space that has reading material on rock bands instead of family life and interior decorating. While he was operating on my father's teeth, the songs of Carla Bruni sweetened the air.)

I walked to class under such a foreign ball of energy. The snow and the buildings and the trees and the people looked real and magnificent.

Sunday, February 19, 2012

this colorful life

Saturday evening, we walked into Blues Bar, a small, congested, dimly-lit place with lots of corners. The bartender, about average in height, his long, straight hair falling from a ponytail, was serving a drink. The customer was alone, a 40-something year old man, his eyes fixed forward, supported with black-rimmed rectangular glasses. He spoke softly and directly. The bartender responded with good humor, his speech fast and excited like a disk jockey's.

Traditional and modern blues music created a relaxed, peaceful atmosphere. The walls were decorated with album covers, posters, photographs, and other Blues regalia. On one shelf there were several high piles of music magazines.

"That's not the guy we met from Doris, is it?" Uzair asked about the man at the counter.

I looked again, paused, and smiled. It was, after all, the man we met exactly a month ago, Januray 18. The man with a big mustache and even bigger ideas.

We ordered drinks, and approached "Bono" (a nickname probably given to him because of the uncanny resemblance to the celebrity). Uzair asked if he remembered us. "Yes, probably," he said, nodding. Then: "Yes, I do remember you."

Continuing the conversation we had last month, Bono said that things in the world are still in bad shape, but he thinks humans are getting better. They are more aware, and on the right track. Rob, our friend from England, walked into the bar to join us, and Bono recalled the moment he was drawn to Uzair. He had said: "Any guy wearing a hat was hiding thoughts in his head." Uzair's traditional attire revealed to him a person with confidence and respect for his culture. Moreover, it added diversity.

The bartender handed us the drinks, and Bono insisted on paying. He had a serious, unassuming demeanor that made us feel comfortable around him and interested in him. We invited him to sit with us on the table in the corner (but I guess everything was in a corner in this bar.)

When he joined us a few minutes later, it was just the beginning a two-hour discussion that included topics of religion, personal experiences, challenges to improvement, dreams, observations about evil, and the route to consciousness. Two Finnish guys interrupted mid-way through, wanting to participate in whatever we were talking about. They also claimed to be on magic mushrooms, which made it hard for them to put coherent thoughts or questions into words.

I was fascinated with Bono's story: He was born in Finland, studied architecture, got turned off, studied abroad in Canada, met lots of religious and conservative people, switched to designing clothing with his brother, made some investments, and soon realized how the system and greed corrupts. So he sold everything, and decided to spend one year just going to bars and talking with people.

"In bars you meet people looking for answers," he said.

Bono used to be upset with all the people in power. But he decided it's more important to focus on the good things, and to love and spread the love. He brought up Jesus and Mohammad, who were just two "regular guys," trying to expose the evils of the world, and encourage good. But people corrupted them. "You should give 51 percent, and take 49 percent," he said. "People who take 98 percent will have a long road ahead of them."

While Bono had a lot to say, he stressed that in the end it doesn't matter what he or others say. The only thing that matters is listening to our inner self. He acknowledged that we don't have all the answers, and further that "nobody has to be right," but we have to be conscious of our inner self, and strip away the ego.

"Anybody that you hate now, forgive them."

Finally, it was time for Bono to move on. He said that talking to us was in a way a waste of time because we already had similar thoughts. He needed to "wake up people" who were looking for help, or who could use the fresh perspective.

"The world is vibrating," he said, and the people who can't adjust to it will have problems. It is important to stay calm and remain honest with your inner self in these troubled times.

He added that it's not about money or drinks, it's about love and goodness.

Bono left, and I wonder when and where we'll see him next.

Blues music is traced back to African-American communities in the deep south in the 1900s. Work songs of the slaves, along with African spirituals, chants, field hollers, and shouts influenced the genre. Today, blues is commonly associated with adversity, sadness and other raw emotions.

Saturday, February 18, 2012

Soulful soundtrack from last night

Uz, Shiz and I went to Telakka last night for a free event DJ'd by Soul Power. Five hours of grooving, picture taking, meeting people and listening to a diverse playlist of soul music. Here are some of the songs we wrote down (Links included if available):
This youtube playlist includes everything: http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLA6B6C649F05936C0

Some pictures from the night (unedited, taken by Uz and I on his camera):



(The DJs played good track after track, occasionally getting up for a beer or to groove.)



(Shiz had a long day, and would occasionally rest her eyes to relax and soak in the music.)



(The music volume didn't overpower meetings and conversations.)



(One Finnish guy came to introduce himself, and we found out that he went to the same university as Shizu about 10 years ago.)



(The dance floor was empty for the first two hours, but the excitement escalated when more people arrived and started dancing.)



(Everybody took to the atmosphere and music differently.)





(This DJ would sometimes drop what he was doing, stand up and dance.)



(I used an iPod touch app to identify the songs we liked.)

Friday, February 17, 2012

On a captivating intro

There are many ways to organize an effective and identifiable story. (Ira Glass, on the building blocks of a good story: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=loxJ3FtCJJA.)

An enticing opening is undoubtedly essential.

"Someone said you always have to put the best in the beginning" -Jan Rofekamp

Today, Jan Rofekamp, president of Films Transit International gave a guest lecture about just that. His profession includes looking at documentaries, making a selection and then choosing about 25-ish films to sell to different markets. But as the market is full of films, and not all buyers will watch the entire film through, Rofekamp came up with a course that taught filmmakers how to seduce buyers into being interested. "The idea was not to teach specific techniques, but to inspire people." Specifically, to call attention to the first five to seven minutes of a documentary film.

Rofekamp showed us several openings from the following documentaries:
We discussed what made these openings work or not work. Some were light and fun, others layered and intense, some with voice overs, some with title cards. It revealed that many variations can make a captivating intro. Autumn Gold opens with a camera following an elderly man running up stairs. The editing is choppy to create tension and we see the man breathing heavily and even falling once. He soon reaches the 15th level, and walks out onto the balcony, taking in the fresh air. "I make an effort to stay young," he begins, contrasted with his age. In Sound of Insects, the opening shots are long and slow, almost meditative. Narration comes, and we learn that this is the story of a man's detailed journal on how he committed suicide. Champagne Spy offers a more fast, atmospheric, vague, James Bond-esque beginning.

Iikka Vehkalahti, professor and executive producer at YLE, organized this guest lecture, and was very much a counterpart lecturer. He said that openings can be seen as a reading guide for the film. He added that documentaries can hold the viewer's attention by exploring characters, conflict/dilemma (inner dilemma/outer conflict), and a question (what is the real truth?). "If you're a documentary filmmaker, you don't make films for yourself, you make it for audiences... When the journalist is more important than the story, there's a problem."

Vehkalahti showed us the intros to Armadillo (2011) and Reindeer Spotting (2010). With regard to the title cards in Reindeer Spotting, he said they should only be used in building drama or moving the story forward. Just three boring, informational cards can turn the viewer completely off.

He also said that Finnish documentaries tend to use the chronological convention of organization.

I enjoyed the focus of this four-hour lecture on the openings of documentary film. It reminded me that in our culture of instant satisfaction, the intro has to be nailed for people to stick around.

Still, though, when I think back to the documentaries I loved and that have inspired me (Hearts and Minds, Night and Fog, Roger and Me, Salesman, The Fog of War, Standard Operating Procedure, Steam of Life, Taxi to the Dark Side, etc...), I can't actually remember the opening scenes. It's the undertone messages, the questions and the meanings as I interpreted them. And this all comes from solid organization and solid footage.

More music at Telakka and questions about privacy

Uz, Shiz and I just got back from two great performances at Telakka. The music groups: Vidar Skrede Dynamo Band, and Ville Kangas and Puuma.

"Music gives you wings" -Uzair

Since we have been discussing at length issues of piracy and proposed legislation against copyright infringement, we wanted to get the artists' take. What did they think about piracy? Has piracy hurt or benefited them? I thought this would also be a good opportunity to gain insight into Nordic music and folk music as a genre. And it was. I'll post more about that soon.

It's almost 3 a.m., and I have a four-hour lecture beginning at 10. So I'm going to hit the sheets. But before, I'll have one more cookie...

And post two pictures:



(Kids in Finland look like astronauts during the winter.)



(The sun actually came out for a while!)

Thursday, February 16, 2012

Lovely Finland!

Today was very pleasant. The temperature remained under -5 degrees Celsius. In Crime and Criminal Policy, we spoke mostly about private prisons, which look good on paper and in the short term, but are inefficient and costly in the long term.

I was super tired, so I went home as soon as possible to have a nap. In the evening, I went to the apartment sauna. It was dry and a bit too cool for my liking, so I walked out of the room to fill a pot with water. When I returned, I poured the water on the rock stove. Shhhhhhhhhh, was the sound of the liquid touching the rocks and turning into steam. The sauna grew hotter. I could feel a drop of sweat fall from my temple. I felt my arms and my legs beginning to moisten. My head felt relaxed and I moved from a sitting position to laying down. After ten minutes, I went outside for a cold shower. I returned for a second round.

Tampere is beautiful as ever. Sometimes I wonder if my heightened love for it comes because the end is in sight. Whatever the reason, I'm sad to think about leaving, especially when America feels so far away and foreign now.

The cliche term would be bittersweet. I'm equally as excited and eager to return to my home country, to see my friends and family, to explore more of the states, to figure out what my next step will be.

Maybe it's too early to be writing all this mushy stuff... Anyway, some pictures:



(Federiko rides his bike to school in -20 degree weather. In Oregon, classes would be cancelled in this weather.)



(Lovely colors of the evening, seen from Aitoleipa)







(Pictures taken near the university)

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Les Moustaches Ystävänpäivällä

Ystävänpäivä ("Day of Friendship") is Finland's version of Valentine's Day. Here, there aren't major decorations in the streets or shop windows, just a few more couples who are extra close.

Classes lasted from 10 to 3 today. I began a new one: Education and research of media literacy. This is especially relevant in our digital/information age. The internet is posing problems in balancing freedom of speech and user-generated content with the fight against copyright infringement and harmful content. I'm looking forward to discussing these kind of topics, and might do an alternative final project that includes multimedia and blogging.

At 5, I met some classmates from Finnish class at Telakka. S, U and I were planning to see a free concert of Les Moustaches playing Django Reinhardt's music. After a few hours, the three-man band took stage.

The place wasn't as packed as the musicians deserved, but there were some pretty interesting characters: a sharp-looking 27-ish man, with a black suit and slicked back hair, dressed as if he were in the 20s or 30s; an older man, clearly drunk, occasionally slurring loudly while the band performed a lovely melody; a group of young adults who seemed to be Americans. I ended up knowing one of them -- a student from Mexico -- and I think the rest were Finnish.

Shizuka and I shared a Felafel salad, which was very tasty.



The performance was beautiful and captivating. It lasted over an hour, with a break in between.



Here are some audio clips:



(http://soundcloud.com/lrap-1/lm-1)



(http://soundcloud.com/lrap-1/lm-2)



(http://soundcloud.com/lrap-1/lm-3)

We got back from Telakka and went to Pub Vinyyli, a cafe/restaurant/pub that plays vinyl records. It was closing in 5 minutes, so we just hung out with some other Lapinkaari tenants on the porch. The snow was fresh from today's fall, but the temperature remained a cool -2 degrees Celsius. That's nothing!

My university library, Liina, has a shelf with out of date books for sale. I have gotten books on Finnish library architecture, Finnish folk music and aerial satellite photos from Poland for less than a euro. Today I bought a book containing historical and more recent photographs from Australia and Papua New Guinea. The text is all in Swedish, but the photos speak for themselves. They depict ordinary lives and social activities. They inspire me to learn more about the world.

I also found a book on Bulgarian Ciema that I didn't end up buying. I did copy down some of the most famous and affluential movie titles.

It's 2 a.m., and I feel like I've been running around all day. But it has been a blast. I'm really happy.