Saturday, June 13, 2009

Midday

I was trying to capture in a word the mood of a summer midday in a particular place (= the place where I happened to be just then) in a particular moment in the city. It felt like silence, which is odd because the city is seldom silent, and it wasn't silent then: there were the cries of the gulls, the hum of machinery (ventilation systems?) from the nearby business buildings, and so on. Stillness, that's it; stillness, as in non-presence of movement and action. It was an open space, with no one else going by just then; the heat of the bright sun, the empty benches waiting for someone to sit. It sounds like silence.

Tuesday, June 09, 2009

Nameless, number 238


Is this a comment about the capitalist economy, especially the billions of nameless workers in 3rd world countries who work day after day after day, often in menial conditions and with wages that are not enough to support their families, while the multinational corporations get bigger and bigger and their execs enjoy bonuses of millions because supposedly their already insane monthly wages are not enough to "motivate" them to do their work properly? Maybe.

Truth be told, I didn't notice the number on the doll's head until I was going through the photos, but it did remind me of the tattooed numbers of prisoners.

I've often been thinking it's really difficult to make moral choices completely free of problems when it comes to buying things.

Take the tomato, for instance. Here, you can choose between Spanish, Dutch, Finnish and Finnish organic (and just occasionally, I think, Dutch organic). The Spanish tomatoes are the cheapest - but they come from large farms tended by immigrant workers whose working conditions are really horrible. At the other end, surely it's beneficial to support Finnish employment and production by buying Finnish tomatoes? But then again, they are grown here in winter too, in green houses of course, so isn't it horrible waste of energy and natural resources to make them grow in a place and time they don't normally grow in, more so than shipping them from Spain? If you buy Finnish organic, you both support Finnish employment AND avoid all the pesticides and whatever they put in the tomatoes in industrial farming. But producing organic in Finland has an even greater what they call coal foot print.

Then there's the fact, with clothes, electronics and such that a consumer can't easily find out whether or not the product has been produced ethically, because the chain of production is so complicated. With clothes, the material, the fabric and the finished product are regularly made in different places, different countries. For instance, some time ago there was news that some - not all - of the pillows sold in Ikea had feathers that had come from farms (in Poland? not sure) where they are plucked from living geese. But which ones? Going to an Ikea, how can I make sure? And even if you COULD make sure that all the things you purchase are absolutely ethical, what's the right course of action? I might be viewed as hypocritical because I have an iPhone, and apparently some of the parts have been produced in unethical working conditions in 3rd world countries. But many organisations say that boycott is not something they recommend, because it won't make the corporations actively supervise the sweat shops to make sure the workers' rights are not violated. It only makes the sweat shops kick out the already under-paid workers, so the workers go from just barely hanging on to starving.

Monday, June 08, 2009

Back in Helsinki

Well, that's the early summer celebrations done, I'm back in Helsinki. My mother's PhD defence was on wednesday. She got through it really well, though she said she was really nervous (that's not a surprise). Lots of audience too: about 60. In the evening a small-scale dinner in honour of the opponent; just the official personnel connected to the defence plus immediare family. On saturday, a bigger family and friends celebration, with c. 30 people, at my parents' home. Looks like the faculty council will decide about the grade later this week, so it won't take long for her to receive the doctorate (the reason they are in such a hurry is that it's results and productivity that count in the university world today: so and so many doctorates aimed at per year etc). I jumped in the night train on saturday evening. Sunday had the metric party of my younger nephew. He has reached the impressive height of one meter. I got him a Spiderman costume, which actually looks authentic.

Now it feels quite nice to get back to research work and enjoy the summer in the city.

Monday, June 01, 2009

The mosquito

I am visiting my parents up north, due to my mother's PhD defence on wednesday. There is one thing I have forgotten - again - about the Finnish summer in the countryside: mosquitoes. The most infuriating critters known to man. One of them has sneaked indoors somehow. I'm lying in the sofa, reading a book, and there it comes: the quiet but insistent 'nnnnnnnn', drawing closer. The prudent thing would be to wait until the mosquito lands and then... Wham! But I'm too impatient. I just swat the air around my head whenever the 'nnnnnnn' seems to draw close. That helps for a moment, until... the nnnnnnn closes in again. I can just bet the mosquito will find me during the night, in the adjacent room! It can smell blood I think. Maybe I should hunt it down before going to bed, after all.