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1. Rakkaus - Rakkaus, rakkaus, rakkaus. Tarvitseeko sitä enempää selittää.

2. Rooma - Katsoin eilen ekan jakson. Ihan viihyttävä.

3. Raha - Kaikki paha alkaa tästä. Ingsocin tiedon mukaan jossakin päin Helsinkiä on poltettu rahaa.

4. Ranne auki. Oikotie onneen.

5. Runo. Ingsoc on kirjoittanut runoa noin reilun vuoden. Ensi vuonna se on ehkä valmis.

6. Räppi. Räppi kertoo siitä kun saa, rokki siitä kun ei.

7. Rokki. Paremman puolison mukaan kuuntelen nykyään vain synkkää musaa. Ei pidä paikkaansa. Kuuntelen Johnny Cashia huomattavasti vähemmän kuin viime vuonna samaan aikaan.

8. Rauha. Sitähän ei ole koskaan tarpeeksi.

9. Ramadan. Alkaa tänä vuonna 24.9.

10. Rakennusvirasto. Mikään ei ole taidetta mikä ei ole korkeakulttuuria, eli kaupungin vittumainen nollatoleranssi -linja.

R-kirjaimen minulle ystävällisesti antoi uhoava gnu. Elikkä laita ingsocille viestiä niin sinulle annetaan oma kirjain, jonka pohjalta voit kirjoittaa blogiisi 10 sanaa.

Surrealism at the toilet queue

There's a series of Luis Bunuels films in Helsinki now. Bunuel is ingsoc's ideological hero, but this is the first time that he got a change to see his films.

It all started promising: Ingsoc met Luis Bunuels son Jose Luis Bunuel at the film theaters toilet queue. Noticing that maestro is a busy man ingsoc let him go first. Bunuel was pretty much overweighed, being hard for him to even walk up a few stairs to the toilet, but he was pretty quick on doing his business. It honestly took only 5 seconds and he walked out the toilet door!

The absurdity of the situation really struck ingsoc: he had actually met a man who has come out of the great surrealists balls!

The film wasn't bad either. There was blasphemy, mockery of innocence, mockery of good will and ideology, mockery of the poor, mockery of martyrdom... Mockery of everything that ingsocs civil personality respects and loves. By the word: Perfect film. Watch Viridiana!

Pientä puuhastelua loppukesäksi

Askartele itsellesi ja ystävillesi kerrostalo aaltopellistä.

Art trip in Pori

Just like any respected bourgeoise, ingsoc had a holiday this summer. During this 3 day holiday ingsoc went to see performing arts in Pori. Among the artists were finnish Q-continuum and brasilian Marcelo D2, both of them brilliant groovy hip hop/soul -groups.

But the greatest art experience was not what we saw but where we slept.


















This forgotten masterpiece of modern architecture stands in the center of the Pori city. Alongside this 11-store beauty there are small houses, 1 store bus-station and some small flats. The building has strong influence from the best soviet union architecture and the builder has used some astounding materials, such as chicken net and corrugated iron. Actually - as you can see - the walls are wholly made of corrugated iron.














If this is not wau-architecture, then what is?

ole kuuli ja mäheä.

älä vain eksistoi, tiedosta.

ole kuten ingsoc.

Ingsoc bought fairtrade oranges

Now you think that I bought them to be cool and a hippie. Hippies are not cool. It's cool to eat whale, I've eaten whale. Doesn't taste good but it's cool.

Now you think that I bought them to feel good inside. I don't feel good, I feel bad. Since I started to be a part of this global abuse-murder -institution called stock markets I've felt quite evil actually. A bit like if I was a satan worshipper. A bit like if I would cut little children's throats with a bended knife. (That is very accurately how I feel right now)

I'm cool, I eat whalemeat, I'm evil and I don't care. So why would I eat fairtrade oranges?

It's very practical. If I pay more for oranges, workers and farmers get more money and they can educate their children and eat more. The workers have earned that allright.

It's also very good for the stockmarkets.

Says a hippie who thinks that he's cool and who's feeling good inside.