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January | 2010 | Animals & Feelings
I must be a word collector. I really get excited when I find amazing new words in Finnish, that describe nature to such a precise point that it makes you realize things you had never seen before.
Here are some of my favorite new words in Finnish:
Kuolpuna: a treeless spot in a forest covered in moss with a sandy bottom
Aihki: a big and dense pine tree
Kelo: a single, dead barkless tree which died standing
Konkelo: a dead tree which has fallen against another tree and remained leaning.
Pökkelö: a tree that died standing, but whose inside has rotted away and is only held together by its bark
Lieko: a tree that has fallen to the ground and which is rotten
Pälvi: a piece of earth that is exposed but surrounded by snow
Murku: a thick fog wrapped around a treeless mountain (tunturi)
Letto: a swamp which has no tree but is still fairly fertile
Neva: open swamp which has no tree but is not fertile
Seippuri: shoulder piece made of bear fur
Kojamo: male adult salmon
Marjas: female adult salmon
Nulppo: reindeer without antlers
Finnish has to be the best language. A great number of these words were taken into Finnish from Sámi, which makes Sámi equally amazing.
Here is some Sámi, he is singing (I think) about different towns, he says Kárášjohka, Ánár, Guovdageaidnu, Ohcejohka, and the rest I don’t know.
Posted on January 28, 2010 | Leave a comment
Mig dreymdi aftur að ég væri að berja mömmu mína. Það er svo ljótt. Það er svo viðurstyggileg tilhugsun. Ég sendi henni langt bréf, reyndi að útskýra fyrir henni hvernig ég sé málið. Það var sárt. Ég vildi að það væri allt auðvelt.
Veit ekki hvernig hún tekur því.
Posted on January 28, 2010 | Leave a comment
Stundum get ég ekki trúað að ég sé að segja við mömmu mína það sem ég segi við hana. Það er stundum eins og ég sé að kenna henni að haga sér almennilega. Hún gerist alltaf fórnarlamb um leið og gamanið kárnar. Hún snýr alltaf málinu frá sér og að pabba mínum, þó svo að hann hafi staðið sig mjög vel ef tekið er tillit til þess að hann næstum dó af krabbameini og yfirgaf heimili sitt og fór að búa einn.
Ég þoli ekki mömmu mína ef samræðurnar eru ekki léttilegar. Stundum finnst mér eins og hún sé jafn tilfinningarlega þroskuð og 15 ára stelpa. Ég veit að það er ljótt að segja það, en ég kenni henni meira heldur en pabba um skilnaðinn og “hrun” fjölskyldu minnar. Ég veit að bróðir minn er of reiður við hana til að geta umgengist hana eða einu sinni talað við hana. En hún gerir svo margt sem bara pirrar mig innilega mikið – hvernig hún hagar sér eins og algjör dramadrottning, segir hluti eins og “yfirgefið mig bara” eða “ég er yfirgefin móðir sem hefur bara elskað börn sín”, en hún veit að hún hefur við áfengismál að etja, eða ég skal rétt vona það.
Hún hvorki hlustar á mann né heldur sér við umræðuefnið. Víkur alltaf út í það hvað við kennum pabba ekkert um, hvað hann á að vera fullkominn eða alltaf freðinn.
Ég man að þegar ég var lítill einsetti ég mér þá áskorun að velja eitt þeirra sem uppáhaldsforeldri og mamma vann auðvitað alltaf, því ég mistúlkaði svipleysi pabba míns sem reiði. En nú veit ég að ég deili meiru með pabba heldur en mömmu. En þó er bróðir minn líkari pabba og ekki er það beinlínis gott. Ég held ég sé með tilfinninganæmi og húmór (bara í þeirri merkingu að ég hlæ meira) mömmu. Ég er líka líkari henni í útliti.
Ég hef kannski of oft séð mömmu mína drukkna, reiða, ruglaða. Ég hef getað skoðað hana álengdar þó ekki nóg keyra pabba minn í keng.
En ég veit ekki.
Klukkan er orðin svo margt.
Posted on January 27, 2010 | Leave a comment
I got myself a library card at the Nordic House and rented a book called Olipa kerran (once upon a time) which is a big children’s book filled with classic fables. I am reading one now called Hengetär and I found this in it:
väkivalta minua voita ei
teräskään minuun pure ei
tuli minua polta ei
maa minua hautaa ei.
vaikka herkkä kuin hiirenkorva.
It’s really a nice. I especially like the word eheä, which is probably related to the word eho. Eheä means whole or intact and eho means beautiful, fair (I think).
These stories, although short, are so much fun. First they contain a lot of weird words that I would not learn otherwise, like ennallaan, ilmielävänä, vilpoisa, etc. And then these are stories I’ve heard before or my mom read to me, but in Finnish. The language is very formulaic and so it’s easy to read a story and remember words because they are used over and over again.
Posted on January 21, 2010 | Leave a comment
Olen päättänyt, että ilmaantuisin suomen tunneille, vaikka en vielä ole saanut lupaa ministeriöstä.
Päivät ovat olleet vaikeita, vaikeampia kuin odotin. Mutta en anna periksi, en luovuta tätä ensimmäistä rakkauttani millekään vaikeuksille. Minun pitää oppia, miten yhdessä on elettävä. Puutteet tulee täytetyiksi ja huolettomuus peittyy meihin uudestaan kun päivät pitenevät ja pilvet häipyvät ja sumu kohoaa.
Nyt on mentävä tunnille.
Posted on January 15, 2010 | Leave a comment
Everything became heavier as the clouds entered a weightless fall towards us. The air rushed from under them in all directions, increasingly smelling of rain, decreasingly bright. The trees hunched down, made way for the fat of the sky to come and crash onto our open faces. At the lake, the water rippled and the fish stopped hunting at the surface. Like a huge faceless mirror reflecting nothing, not even us. And the light was dwindling, details started to bunch up into flickering gray blue pixels, our cones falling asleep and the rods standing up straight in our eyes.
Summer has begun and the clouds are drunk.
My father has left Iceland and he said he would miss it. It is the feeling I had been working towards these last 10 years. Nothing would have worked had he missed it, and he certainly could have. All things pointed in that direction. But he came, he saw and I won. We went to Akureyri, we went to Mývatn, we went to Gullfoss and Geysir, we went to Hveragerði and went up a third of the mountain side to see the mud boil.
It was a good way to begin a year. A new perspective on the person I am most likely to resemble.
Now school has started again and I have definitively given up on learning Icelandic for Icelanders. It was difficult, but I proved I could do it (I did fail one class, though). It was not what I want to learn. It was for people who knew everything I don’t about Icelandic literature. I would rather want to have the classes I am taking now at a higher level than to take those at a higher level but about stuff I have no use for.
Jóna and I have started going to the gym this week, together. It’s fun. At first it was supposed to be me and Birna, but it didn’t work. I’m happy to be doing something like that with Jóna. It makes it much more fun. I want to get in shape like I did the summer before I moved out. I want that little vein in my right arm – that’s my indication of physical fitness. I’m not as strong as I was then, but it shouldn’t take long. Just have to convert the weights into kilos and be sure I don’t do too much.
As of now I’m only in two classes, History of Iceland and Þjóðsögur ( Folk Stories, if you will). It should be interesting, but I really hate being in a class full of foreigners. It really angers me. I sit at the back of the class and have a horse shoe on my face the whole time. And I feel angry.
But I’ll get over myself, hopefully.
I still don’t know if I will be allowed to graduate with a degree in Finnish either. The classes have started but I don’t have the permission from the ministry of education so I will wait. Hopefully they will allow me to take it as a minor (60 units) , even though Icelandic will not be reduced to a major (120 units) but a full blown…what ever it is (180 units). That would mean I would graduate with much more units than someone with a major/minor.
I bought a new lens, the canon 35mm f/2. I got a 10.000kr discount (15%) and I don’t know why, I think it’s because the clerk didn’t say the right price at first. I’m happy with it, but Iceland being what it is there’s been little sunlight when both Jóna and I had the opportunity to go out/felt like going out into the sun. The major difference between the 35mm and 50mm is that the 50mm has quite a smaller field and most importantly, the 35mm can focus way closer to the subject than the 50mm. It’s f/2 which is fine. The f/1.8 was many times more expensive.
Now I’d just like to have a better camera to take advantage of the quality of the lens. I realized I only have 8MP which is nothing. I would like, in the distant future, to buy a Hasselblad H3D wich has 38MP, if I ever want to do wall prints ! But 15MP would also work…
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