Le grand bleu / The Big Blue

(Rosanna Arquette, Jean-Marc Barr, Jean Reno)

If I ever happen to own a movie theater, this film will be broadcasted there twenty four seven.

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“classyshe (8 months ago) Show Hide

I’ve seen the film once, the full version, and it’s one of the most beautiful films I’ve ever watched. It makes me think that you have to believe in your dreams…”

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Remember as a kid when it was a dark, scary night at your friend’s house when the two of you were going to sleep? What did you do? You talked about the Secret Service and Area 51.  At least I did, and now it’s time for the discussion to pop up again. I found the craziest Area 51 video from youtube and you better watch all eleven minutes of it with your headphones on. It’s not shocking or anything, it’s just a road trip to as close to Area 51 as any civilian can get, and it’s a definite must see.

(i suggest you to click it full screen. second button at bottom right)

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diss morning I woke up and realized I need a new suitcase. the old one:

new…………………

kinda liek new one bettar, dunno?????????

At 1:30 a.m.

I was the only white guy to step on a downtown bound 6 train on 125th Street. A fat black girl got on the train asking loudly if it was going to Bronx so I shook my head while the guy next to me said yes. What?? He then stepped out of the train and I thought he was lying for whatever reason because, well, I was not on a fukkin Bronx train that’s why. I looked at this big latino guy sitting opposite to me who gave me the white-boy-dunno-where-he-goin’ -look. Stand clear of the closing doors, please.

So I looked at the next stop led screen which said 88th Street. But there’s no station at 88th that I remember. Well, maybe it’s a stop for night time only. You know sometimes the screen says “At late night line x stops at station y and not z.” But even if it was a night stop, it’ll be upper east side and there lives only rich white people on upper east side and i was the only one on the train who can call himself caucasian. In the end it’s late Monday night so maybe they’re all home asleep. Plus they never use the subway anyway so there’s no chance I’m on no Bronx train. Liars.

A woman next to me was listening to marching music at maximum volume while simultaneously banging her head to the wall at the tempo of the music. There happened to be a small pole in front of the led screen so I moved a little and took another glance: the first number wasn’t an eight but instead, a three. There also was a number one in front of the three and eight.. 138th? Well, white boy, I’m sorry but that’s Bronx.

So, it was almost two in the late night and I was on my way to Bronx, alone, with my camera. My heart rate just might have jumped up a little, just the same way as when I first got out of the train at 116th at East Harlem.

The 138th st station was the poorest sight I’ve seen in all America and I was so concentrated on how the hell to get back south that I forgot to take a picture of it. This other white guy came running to me asking why the hell he is in Bronx, so we went and asked the most non-murderer looking black guy how to get back south and soon we got on an express train. The other white guy frustrated his ass off while whining to me about how and why the metro system sucks ass because he ended up there, so Ifelt like the tough mofo cos I was helppin dis cracker ass kid out and hell, i’m supposed to be the tourist!

On 125th we hopped on a new train that said it’s next stop was on 116th and the poor guy followed me. He asked me if it’s local or express and I, since I’m the train’s customer every day, knew it was local. So now that I’m proud of being a helpful man on the Bronx train I can tell you what other good things I did today: I helped another white guy who dropped his cell phone, the Batman by giving him a quarter to spread his wings for a photo, and some midnight drummer guy on Times Square by giving his all my coins. I also spent 80 buxx on a pair of black Adidas shoes but I don’t know if it’s a or a yet.

AND by the way, at about midnight I was talking to some black guy who looked like Michael from Lost. He asked me if Finland was one of dem cold countries. “You skiing and shit, right? Like isn’t dis warm weather for you huh??” I looked at the some led screen north of Times Square showing the temperature being 23 C / 74 F.

here

from now on i’m going to post all travel photos

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Aion hotelleissa, lentokentillä ja erinäisissä rafloissa pitkin maailmaa käyttää paljon kannettavaa ja enemmän tai vähemmän haavoittuvaisia langattomia nettiyhteyksiä, jonka takia onkin paras tarkistaa toimintaohjeet jos vaikka joutuu käymään pankin sivuilla tai Gmailissa. Pankin sivuja en ala selaamaan suojaamattomilla, yleisillä nettiyhteyksillä, mutta gmailissa taidan joutua käymään, jonka takia onkin hyvä ottaa huulille tuore uutinen Gmailin haavoittuvuudesta.

Nimittäin Gmailissa, niin oudolta kuin se kuulostaakin, ei ole SSL-salausta tilisi oletuksena, vaan se pitää itse laittaa päälle. Verkkopankkien sivuilla salaus on päällä jo ennen sisäänkirjautumista. SSL-suojauksen puuttumattomuus antaa kenelle tahansa pikku nilkille hyvin helpon mahdollisuuden tunkeutua mailiisi suojatunkin langattoman netin yli, joten kannattanee kytkeä päälle :———-)

joka onnistuu näin:

1. Kirjaudu Gmailiin.
2. Klikkaa Asetukset oikeasta yläkulmasta
3. Aseta Selainyhteys: Aina HTTPS
4. Tallenna.
5. Päivitä Gmail lyömällä näppäintä F5.

[ ] supernatural amounts of work to get more traveling monies
[ ] place to sleep as close to Manhattan as possible
[ ] update my blog EVERY day when in NYC even if I had no place to stay at night but some random Central Park bench which however is forbidden at night
[DONE] go to FOREX and change srs amountz of € into $$$$$$$$
[DONE] buy a mobile phone that works in the US, im thinking the sonyericsson k550i?

well not quite.

[ ] check out NYC weather forecast (which should be around +25C) before stepping onto the plane
[ ] buy lotsem clothes and shoes from the States. hopefully not too much for one suitcase

Suomen merivesi on leväistä ja sameaa, Ibizan turkoosia ja kirkasta. Suomen vesillä voi loukata itsensä ainoastaan humalassa, Ibizalla rantavesi on tulvillaan meduusoja. Ibizalla bussi saaren halki maksaa 1,70 euroa, Turussa paikallisliikenteen bussin kertamaksu 2,50 euroa. Kallion kaupunginosan oluen keskihinta 3,57 euroa, Ibizalla Edenin pre-partybaarissa 2 bisseä & 2 shottia vitosella. Kallion Kulmassa olut on kakkosen, Sant Antonin rantabaareissa usein yli kolmosen.

Ibizan rannoilla itsevarmasti yläosattomia naisia, Turun Sanomien Treffi-liitteessä valitetaan tissien vilahtelua julkisella paikalla pahaksi ja vääräksi asiaksi lasten silmille. Ibizalla on maailman suurin klubi, Suomessa ei. Suomessa on liikennevaloja, Ibizalla liikenneympyröitä. Ibizalla on tapaturmia, Suomessa turvallisuutta: Ibizalla et edes saa pyörävuokraamosta pyöräilykypärää, Suomessa saat sakkoja.

Ibizalla 55 euron arvoinen vakuutus korvaa kaiken, jos satut vahingossa heittämään vuokraamasi skootterin vuorenjyrkännettä alas. Ibizalla on helvetisti brittejä, Suomessa ei. Suomessa on Halti, Ibizalla keskeltä merta nousee 380 metriä korkea jyrkkä kallio. Ibizalla lähisupermercadossasi on kahtakymmentä lajia eri kookoslikööreitä samannäköisissä pulloissa, Suomessa on Alko. Suomessa saat Alkosta kuitin, Ibizalla takaisin väärän määrän rahaa etkä ollenkaan kuittia. Adios!

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Unkarin reissu on ohi ja olen palannut talviseen suomen turkuun. Viimeisenä yönä kotiin tullessani vietin toki kovin herkän hetken avatessani takapihan ikkunan viimeisen kerran keväistä ilmaa kiihkeästi nuuhkien. Kukkulan takaa nousi lentokone, joten oli pakko hakea kamera ja laukaista 30 sekunnin valotusajalla viimeinen yökuvani Budapestin asunnon takapihan ikkunan näkymästä.

Myöhemmin hämmästyksekseni huomasin, että kuvan vasemmassa reunassa kukkulalla liehuu hyvinkin Suomen lippu. Oikean reunan valot taivaalle aiheuttaa Gellértin huipulla oleva valaistu patsas.

Viimeisestä päivästä kirjoitan myöhemmin.

All flights to Turku, Finland have been due to excessive snowfall

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