Monday, 24 November 2014

You've got mail!

This morning I woke up to find this on my newsstand. Isn't that just the best way to start an icy Monday morning?

A French man with Down syndrome got over 30.000 cards for his birthday on Saturday, after his mom put on a notice on Facebook. Cards and presents started to drip in from all over the world. First a few, then by the truckload, quite literally.

That must have been the best birthday ever! Wish I'd known about it, so I could have chipped in a card and a cake as well. And, going by the motto of 'better late, than never': 

Joyeux Anniversaire, Manuel! :D

Saturday, 22 November 2014

On how to get started by not starting at all and simply staring out of the window while poking a stuffed hedgehog.

I once had a blog, a pretty awesome one. and then I moved to China, no longer able to maintaining it (mainly because of this). I suppose it still floats around somewhere in Hyperspace, don't look for it though. And even if you find it, it's in Dutch. So...

Anyways. The amount of gibberish that goes around in my brain is enormous. Kind of like the great swirl of garbage (the Eighth Continent) in the Pacific Ocean. The gibberish needs to exit the system, just like the Pacific Garbage Continent (Yet here at the Daily Doris we firmly believe that procrastination is a virtue...). So I figure I put it all here, instead of bugging my better looking half or worse - random people on the bus.

If I keep this up, I can tell people that I have my own newspaper, and how cool is that? If things really take off, I could even get it to print, become a lumberjack, revive the collapsed paper industry... and then we got a stew going! Stubb will thank me for saving the nation!

We're not there yet, though, but a start is a start, amiright? :D


Maybe now's a good time to throw in a quick introduction, done the proper way. It might explain the stream of China paraphernalia, cheap dresses and complaints about winter being too damn dark.

I lived in China for little over two years, worked as a model (Here you can read some background and prepare yourself for an array of, let's say, 'colorful' stories) whilst studying.

Swapping Beijing's excitement (the jobs, the drama, the Mojito man) for Finland a few months back was a bit of a culture shock, but I'm adapting accordingly. And learning Finnish. I still like snow, but ask me again in February.

My hobbies include an array of things, many of which I don't know how to share with the folks around me (ever had a conversation about mushroom collecting? Discussing Diana Vreeland and how awesome she was/is? Finding ways to make windmills out of wood?) so I figure I put them here and make more room inside my brain for more gibberish (there cannot be enough gibberish).

So, strap in, and get ready for Mojito man anecdotes, stew recipes and beauty editorials from outer space. It'll all be on here.

China's neglected backyard

Hebei province seen from the train looks like China's neglected backyard. I noticed that on one of my last trips for work. 'Work', where getting dressed up as princess Bubblegum means a positive turn of events.

Usually any of the train trips I had to take so far it was foggy (= heavily polluted) and therefore I was unable to look around much. Or, we left ridiculously early (or late) so it was already dark. One time, however, it was squeaky bright. I could see Tianjin and the Tianjin tower from the window of my train, and before that moment I only knew of Tianjin because one of the stations we'd pass was called 'Tianjin West'. Also there were villages, and abandoned factories, and piles of stuff, and peasants toiling in the heat. All by all, it looked like a neglected backyard (a backyard nonetheless).

I must have pictures somewhere that will paint a picture. Once I took as video as we crossed the Yellow River (in fog and haze), other times I'd try to commemorate the view in combination with a can of beer, which is never the same on a Chinese train (I've only boarded high speed trains in China. Don't judge! Train travel is still my favorite way of travel. Czech trains in particular. Go try them!).

I've sipped through quite a few epic cans (because there were a lot of trips *ahem*, not so much because I felt a need to drink my sorrows away, although that was usually the case after the gig). There was a specific type that 'American Troopers'  preferred apparently, and there was a beer from Tibet.

And I always felt obligated to, in the first place, plop myself down into the restaurant car the minute the train would start moving. There are plugs there for my laptop, and without chord the screen goes black after 15 minutes. Also, more often than not, the travel companions weren't always the coziest.

Anyway. Let me see what material I can snort up from the hidden nooks and crannies of both phone, camera and hard drive.

This is either very annoying, or incredibly sad, but please tilt your head a 90 degrees to the right in order to view properly. Weekly quiz: what's the guy in the background saying? Send in your lucky guess before next week, and maybe you're the lucky winner of a fresh batch of uncontaminated Yellow River silt! 

Seagulls #1

These guys are amazing! I saw them cover 'Thunderstruck' by AC/DC on the telly, and they made my morning. And many mornings after that. Gotta love a standing up base and a mandolin and a banjo and a set of spoons for the beat!