Hello from my parents' basement, listening to Bill Hicks' Dangerous. My stomach is sort of churning with anticipation, excitement, and dread. I know my summer isn't going to be as interesting as the past five months, but hopefully it'll still be a good one. I'm calling Connie tomorrow, I wanna see her shaved head.
Earlier today Phil, Teresa, Tony, and I went to the aquarium for a short while before going to the airport. The flight was delayed, but uneventful. My sisters Joy and Kate, and my mom picked me up at the airport.
I guess this is the end of the journal, but I'm not sure. Here is a perhaps pertinent link. [This link no longer works but it connected to an Onion editorial called something like "There's More to Life Than Experiencing Its Varied Peoples and Cultures".]
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3.6.01
Forgot to mention that I finished Close to the Knives and read all of Nick Hornby's High Fidelity on the way from Helsinki to Florence. In Florence I bought White Noise by Don DeLillo, which I'm reading now, and Breakfast of Champions by Kurt Vonnegut and Catch-22 by Joseph Heller, both of which I've read once before but wanted to read again. I bought the latter two with the intention of sending them to Maddy, who is working on a ship in Alaska for the third straight summer.
We went to the MIT Museum, which had some interesting displays on robotics and artificial intelligence, and the work of a guy called Edgerton (forgot his first name), who is probably most famous for a photograph of an apple being pierced by a bullet.
We also walked along the Freedom Trail for a while, then went to the Chomsky lecture. It was on East Timor, and there was another speaker, Winston Rondo, from West Timorese organization to help East Timorese refugees. I was glad to go because I didn't know very much about the situation.
Then we went to the science museum to see Shackleton's Antarctic Adventure which chronicled the eponymous explorer's mission to the eponymous continent (he didn't get there, though). It was a good show.
Next post from the center of Ohio.
2.6.01
I got to Boston yesterday at 4pm (10pm to me); Phil and his friend from college Tony, who's in town on business, picked me up at the airport. We lugged my junk on the T and back to Phil and Teresa's apartment and I think I strained something, although I'm proud I was able to stuff five months of things into two large bags and one small one. We went to a Brazilian restaurant and met Teresa there. I was exhausted, but determined to stay up at least till 10pm. We had some wine and watched "Monty Python's Life of Brian" which I had never seen. Then sleep, wonderful sleep.
Today we're going to see some museums, I guess, since it's raining and will be all day. Tonight we're going to a lecture by Noam Chomsky!
Tomorrow I fly to Columbus, and after that I don't really know what'll happen. This website will be updated, of course. But that really means the end of this trip and the end of this journal. We'll see what happens.
31.5.01
So, I'm back in Florence, much calmer. I'm staying with Jacob and Andreas again. Bryonie, a girl from SACI, is also staying there - she arrived yesterday too. Last night she, Andreas, and I went to a showing of SACI student films. We thought it was at SACI but it was actually on the other side of town, so we missed about 20 minutes, which included most of the films from the fall semester. But we saw all the spring semester ones (our fellow students) and it was quite enjoyable. It was at this big open-air club kinda thing, in a piazza between all these buildings, and they projected it on a big movie screen.
I'm about to go try and sell my guitar at a music store nearby. I hope they buy it. If not, I'm going to ship it home. Yikes.
Tomorrow I'm flying! Close to noon. I'm leaving with not much more stuff than I came with, mostly just a lot of extra books and artwork. I'll probably write another entry before I leave.
29.5.01
Shit. I'm in Berlin Ostbahnhoff, I lost my Eurailpass on the overnight train from Malmö, Sweden, so I had to pay for my ticket to München. I'm leaving soon. Here's what I wrote in my journal waiting in Malmö:
28 may 2001 20:01
So my last night in Helsinki I went to this festival in the park near the train station, where I planned to meet up with Topi after buying my ship ticket. I ran into Harri and his nice girlfriend — they're a cute couple — who were planning to meet Topi as well. Topi and Aleksi showed up, and we watched some musicians they know, but I left to look around on my own. On the second stage there was this great Finnish pop/rock band, but I'm not sure what their name was. They sang in Finnish, too. I only listened to a handful of songs, though, and walked away from the city center to the harbor, finished writing some postcards. I called Izu and met her back at the festival, along with her thirty million friends, including Jella ("It's a Lappish name"), whom I'd met before on Wednesday. The Skatellites were playing! They were good but it seemed over very quickly, maybe since the sun was still out when they finished, but then, it was about 9:30. I followed to this half indoor/outdoor club/bar where — get this — a Finnish reggae band was playing. They didn't start till midnight, but the show was actually quite good. They played for about an hour, then we left (I, Izu, and her fellow Swedish-speaking girlfriend). Izu went home, the girl and I met Topi, Jella, and Donnelly (?) by chance at a busstop, and we had all just missed the night bus. We decided to hike it the 45 minutes to where we were all going (save the girl whose name I can't remember — damn Finnish names). It was actually a relaxing end to a rather stressful night, and Jella and I had a nice, silly, stupid conversation while Topi and Donnelly were laughingly drunk. Going into Topi's friend's apartment building, we had an enlightening (to me) conversation. I had thought that all the times there were awkward , uncomfortable silences between us, Topi was bored with my being there or something. Turns out that he's like most Finnish people — most Scandenavians, maybe — in that he doesn't have to be blabbering about nothing to feel content in a social setting. And he's a pretty quiet guy anyway. I felt better about the whole week, actually.
The next day, we went to the festival again, but I just got some food and watched some Spanish language band with Topi for a short while. They weren't on a stage, just the ground, and a really, really drunk guy very close by was stealing the show. This was 3:30pm. He was falling down, sticking his long tongue out, grinning like an idiot. He looked kind of demonic. At one point beer was spraying out of one of his punctured beer cans like a fountain, and he was laughing and splashing in it. I felt sorry for the band, but I couldn't help laughing.
It was here I said goodbye to Topi and went to the harbor to get on my boat. The ride was uneventful, as was the train ride from Stockholm to Malmö, whence I'm writing in anticipation of my overnight train to Berlin.
On the train in the bunk next to me I met a Japanese girl who studied in Sweden for a year and had just begun traveling Europe by train. She was nice. And I'm still kind of pissed about my Eurailpass.
27.5.01
26.5.01
Still in Helsinki. I've been having such a good time, doing very little. Wednesday (the day we used Topi's cousin Jaco's sauna), Topi, Harri (the singer in Topi's band), and I went to the contemporary art museum for sumo wrestling matches between Finnish artists. It was held in the theater inside (the place was full), with the brightly lit stage at the bottom of the audience seating which was on a tall slant. The contenders were dressed in those funny sumo fat-suits. They would fight (the object is to throw the other person out of the ring, to get three points), then a panel of art critics and artists would judge who won by discussing it and then voting on it. The announcer, Topi told me, is a famous sports announcer, and made a lot of analogies to sports history, and was very funny. Of course, I couldn't understand a thing anyone was saying. I might have enjoyed it more if I knew Finnish, but it was still a good time. We didn't stay too long, only about an hour, to see two matches, which was enough.
Immediately afterwards we went to meet a bunch of Topi's fellow art students on one of the nearby islands for a picnic, which consisted mostly of a lot of beer and a little food. Some of the islands were used as fortifications by the Swedish when Finland belonged to them, to defend from attackers, so their are still big walls and buildings from that time. Anyway, I think there were about fifteen people in all; it was rather overwhelming. They were kind in that they spoke to me quite a bit in English. They were playing some word games. We hung out for about an hour or so, and then most of them left to take the boat back to the mainland. Harri, Topi, myself, and another guy whose name I can't remember but was really cool, stayed where we were and finished our drinks. I was rather drunk by that point. We all walked back to where the boat leaves, and everyone else was still waiting there because there wasn't another boat until that time. So we all got on the same boat and headed back, and went to a bar. I didn't have anything else to drink there but some other people did. It was a lot of fun sitting around and talking with people. This girl I was sitting next to, Izu, saw me writing in my little notebook, and decided to write me a finnish/english dictionary since I knew so little. It was mostly swear words, but it's still useful because now I keep hearing them everywhere I go. Izu is one of the 6% of Finns whose first language is Swedish; she also lived in Italy for four years when she was younger and so speaks Italian, so it was cool to talk to her a little bit in Italian. Any drunkenness in me was gone by the time we left the bar at 3 or so. We took the night bus back to Topi's place.
The next day we went to free outdoor concert a little out of the city. There were half a dozen bands, but none of them were very good. They were all Finnish, but most of them sang in English. Topi, Aleksi, his friend Lela, her friend, and I were there. We left in the late afternoon and I don't remember what we did, probably just hung out at Aleksi's apartment and listened to that horrible metal music that Topi and all his friends love for some reason. We hung out with Lela and her friend later that evening, at their place and at a bar, but I didn't drink anything. We spent the night at Aleksi's place because we had to take a cab and it was closer.
Yesterday Topi and I went to the contemporary art museum to see the actual galleries. There was some pretty cool stuff - most of it was by Finnish artists from the 1950s to the present. Topi left before I did to rehearse with his new band, so I met him a few hours later. That was all we did that day.
Today I'm going to meet Topi and maybe some other people at an outdoor festival in a park near the train station. I booked my place on the ship to Stockholm for tomorrow afternoon, so I'll arrive at 9:30am on Monday. I've figured out the train schedules and if all goes according to plan, I'll be in Florence on Wednesday morning, which gives me almost two whole days to prepare to leave. (!!!)
23.5.01
I'm typing from Topi's cousin's computer (I can't recall his name...). Topi met me at the internet cafe and we've been hanging out for the last couple days. We're staying at his friend's place. I finally got to do laundry.
Yesterday we went to an art museum that had a show on Carl Barks, a Disney cartoonist who created all the duck characters; some Icelandic artist named Erró who uses comics imagery, and who didn't really impress me; and another show of Sophie Calle! They only had one photography/documentation piece, on old Communist sculpture and icons in East Germany, as well as the film Double Blind, of which I watched about 20 or 30 minutes. It's about a roadtrip across America she takes with an American guy she's never met, and they each have cameras to document each other.
Last night I hung out with Topi and his friends, which was weird because for a while I didn't talk to anybody, and I of course couldn't understand their conversation. But I met some of the guys in Topi's old metal band, they all speak English well. We went to a karoake bar and they made me sing a song. I did Buddy Holly's "Peggy Sue" and felt ashamed for ruining such a classic. Topi did "Mambo No. 5" with a lot of screaming and antics.
Like I said, we're at Topi's cousin's house. We just used their sauna about an hour ago — it was intense. I feel very refreshed now.
We're going to see some castle on a nearby island, then a wrestling match between the contemporary artists of Finland at the art museum.
I think I'm leaving in a couple days.
