Infinite

Night shifts are quite tolerable during the summer, at least here in Finland, where it never gets too dark. Usually I'm the most tired after 4 am, but that doesn't happen when the rising sun glares right at you. Today it painted the skyline a bright crimson and I was able to track its ascent for hours.

Thunder is on it's way. Not only does the forecast promise it, but the air has been heavy and the temperature remained over 20 degrees for the whole night. I wonder if I'll get home before the storm hits. It won't make much difference, though, as I wouldn't be getting more than a couple of hours of sleep anyway, before I must head for Helsinki. Tuska Open Air is this weekend and to honor one of the performing bands, here is a true kvlt classic.

Legacy

Have to flip my sleeping rhythm for a single night shift. Luckily I've got the aid of some friends, a few beers, sauna and great music on my side.

This, with an Icelander singing along... priceless.

On disappointments

Today at work I suddenly remembered that they were making a movie based on one of my very favorite books. Within a minute I knew that the movie had already come out earlier this year. Even though I knew I shouldn't, I continued by reading some reviews. As always, opinions clashed and many had a lot to say about the plot, the style, the cast. So many things were discussed, yet I found none that mentioned the relationship between the script and the original work of prose to a satisfying degree. Maybe this was for the best. I saved the trailer of the film till the evening, partly because I didn't want to watch it without sound at work.

I will watch the film once I get hold of it. I am prepared for the worst, as there is no way the masterful collection of words composed by Peter Bieri under his pseudonym, Pascal Mercier, can be successfully turned into a motion picture. Yet there is a small part in me that hopes that the film manages to capture at least some of the magic contained within the pages of Night Train To Lisbon.

"One who would really like to know himself would have to be a restless, fanatical collector of disappointments, and seeking disappointing experiences must be like an addiction, the all-determining addiction of his life, for it would stand so clearly before his eyes that disappointment is not a hot, destroying poison, but rather a cool, calming balm that opens our eyes to the real contours of ourselves." 

Laundry

Guess what will spin under the needle today as I do some laundry. This year is too full of awesome releases...

Instincts

Provinssirock, check. I was pretty much glued to one single stage for the whole weekend because of work, but luckily Hexvessel, Solstafir and Domovoyd performed right there. Ended up listening to random music after we'd closed yesterday. This came up and I thought it deserved a post.