What a pickle

I got a phone call today. It was a friend who needed help. I need to cover her at camp, because her evil teacher said she cant miss any classes next week. I was only supposed to work at one camp next week - starting from wednesday, but instead it all begins tomorrow.

I get more money and I get to stay one camp ahead of Kirsi, not mention it's always fun to work at the camps. So.. where's the pickle? I'm going to miss quite a few lessons next week. On top of that I'm still in the middle of writing these internship applications to all sorts of places. So the pickle is: I need to finish my applications today - or should I say tonight, as the evening passed watching my first play (Kuinka äkäpussi kesytetään) at the theater. By "my first play" I dont mean to imply that I wrote it - moreover I think this is the first "real play" I've been to. Hence - My First Play.

I'm supposed to be writing something else now, so what am I doing here? I guess this proves I'm serious about this blog. (can I ever say that without lauging?)

I think it's very fitting to refer to these difficult situations as "a pickle". I do hate pickles, so I dont like to be in the middle of one. But what if the person who came up with this meaning loved pickles? Instead when facing some tricky situation we'd all say "what a tomato!" .

There's something to think about when you try to fall asleep tonight.

I probably will not write anything next week as I will be working the whole time.
Wish me luck.

Good night.

In the beginning there was blog

So what am I doing here? I'm not a blogger. And that's not even a word.

I've never considered myself a man of many words. But I guess I want to explore the world of writing for some reason. Might that reason be that I want to publish my important thoughts to the deafening silence of multifaceted interweb - or simply that I want to improve something about myself? Well, I guess that's something I can ponder on while I drink my daily dosage of Finrexin and listen to Gustavo Santaolalla.

That's right. I have been sick for the past few days. I think it's because I have not been ice-swimming. You read it right - because I have NOT dipped myself in that freezing river. I promise to shape up and indulge my wish to freeze my extremities soon. You're welcome to join me!

At first I thought I'd write this blog secretly. And silently hope that someone I know accidentally stumbled on my ramblings and realized - "That's him! The guy I know." but I guess I'm more of an attention junkie than I realize. Well, to be frank I do realize it.

So what is this blog?
A few possible answers:

1. An excercise for me. I want to explore the writer in me.
2. A showcase on how many nice words I know - or found from dictionary.
3. A secret window on the secret life of Mr. Underhill.
4. Yet to be determined.

I have to acknowledge two people who have inspired me on starting this blog.
First. Gabor.
Second. Juanmi.
You guys were the only ones to react on my attempt to create discussion on the nature of Facebook - self-exposure of one's "private" life into a public forum. Thank you guys.

In "Semantics of life" I will dwell on some of the following issues:

Photography
Movies (that I've watched or want to watch)
Music
Lack of music
Self-appraisal
Self-loathing
The lyrics of Alanis Morissette (and how she frequently uses contradictory terms)
Drinking alcohol (or not)
Social life
Academia
politics and other not interesting topics

This is my first post.
So say we all.