9. en minäkään erottanut harjaa kammasta kun ehkä 17 vuotiaana
10. Kuka vieläkään erottaa noi eri sitrushedelmät toisistaan?
11. luulin että tossa tarkotettiin 80-lukua
Seuraavaksi Helsingissä opettavan opettajan valitusta typerästä lehtijutusta.
1. No voi voi
2. Oppilaat puhuu keskenään! Se on hyvä! Kun mä olin alakoulussa 1990-luvulla niin ei tasan puhuttu eri kotikieliä puhuvien tyyppien kanssa. (Mä puhuin ja sainkin parhaat kaverit silleen.)
3. Stadin slangi on syntynyt ihan samalla tavalla ja nykyään sitä kyllä arvostetaan. Pitääkö vaan olla vanha kielimuoto että saa olla olemassa?
4. Voi vittujen kevät nyt. Kauheen keskeisiä sanoja on tähän valittu! [sarkasmi]
5. Ei munkaan oppilaat varmaan tiedä kasarin ja padan eroa MUTTA
6. Mun oppilaat osaa sanoa "mulle tuli kurja mieli tosta mitä sä teit", ja sellaista ei TASAN osattu esim kymmenen vuotta sitten
7. Tässäkin jutussa taas sit syytetään sitä kun vanhemmat ei lue lapsilleen ja siksi on nykynuoriso pilalla. Voisko olla niin että ei oo kuulkaa ennenkään kaikki lukenu lapsilleen, ei ne suomenkielisetkään vanhemmat. Mut nyt on hyvä tehdä juttu siitä miten vieraskielisyys tuhoaa Kauniin Suomen Kielemme
8. Nih
kiitos tästä meen nyt nukkumaan
Koitan motivoida itteni menee nukkumaa ni tein tämmösen (sen sijaa et oisin menny nukkumaa)
Seeing 2 unrelated big blogs argue it out like what is this Godzilla vs. King Kong?
I dont want to be here,
I want to leave,
I dont feel like I can go home now,
I dont want to be outside,
I want to roam outside,
I dont feel like I belong here,
I dont feel like I should be here,
I want to be home,
I wanted to be home hours ago,
I want to sleep,
I dont want to wake up here,
I want to wake up like tomorrow was already over.
Imagine a world where, if you deadname someone, you legally have to change your own name to that name.
Possibly a better world than our own...
A while back my pharmacist saw my deadname on my profile and accidentially called it out, he corrected and deleted my deadname from the system so only my preferred name shows up now. There was a crowd of people behind me, so as he hands over the pills he apologized, in equal tone and volume as when he called my deadname and lied saying it's been a long day and he didn't mean to call out -his own- name. I quietly told him it was fine and he didn't need to do that for my sake.
His response: "No, it's my name now."
I went to the pharmacist yesterday, his nametag is my deadname. He informed me he's immigrating and in the process he's changed his first name to my deadname to have an English sounding name. That's why he's now able to get a reprint of his nametag to be my deadname. And repeated, with the intense seriousness of someone who is going to die on this hill: "It's mine now. Not yours. I'm taking." His tone indicated that decision is final.
Bro literally deadnamed me once, and has committed to flat out stealing my deadname. It's his now. Legally. Officially. I over heard his co-workers call him by the name.
The first fictional book in the Finnish language was not an epic adventure nor a grand drama, but a tale of seven countryboy brothers fumbling around, getting drunk, misbehaving, leaving chores undone, almost getting themselves killed, and still making it through life.
idk y'all, i feel like there's just something very finnish about the melancholic hopelessness and tragic nature of life, the fleeting summers and harsh winters, celebration songs composed in a minor key, blue and white, lakes and summer sky and snow, the inherent unfairness of existence, the forever feeling of not belonging, the chronic avoidance of any stranger while also propping lost gloves onto street signs in the hope that they may return to their owners, the silence of 3am, the "silence" of an untouched forest, the old wisdoms and folk songs
it's almost as if the entire culture was built on mourning as a form of perseverance, the importance of sitting in silence every now and then, and the concept of love thy neighbour that existed way before the bound bible found it's way to the finnish wildlands
I'm gonna add to this with some additions that are missing currently.
Haloo Helsinki is like the peak of finnish pop-rock currently. They have an amazing catalogue of complete bangers, that I feel have quite rich language as well.
PMMP is one of the most iconic finnish pop bands ever. They sold out multiple arenas after not making music or touring for a decade. Incredibly high quality music with really deep lyricism. They also sing really clearly most of the time so it should be pretty good for learning the language.
Gonna also give a mention to Happoradio, CMX, and Apulanta, which are all great finnish rock bands.
Do you have any good Finnish song recommendations? I'm wanting to learn Finnish and listening to songs in a language helps me learn faster. Love your blog by the way
Terve! Kiva, että pidät blogista. :)
Thinking of just lyrics, I think Zen Café, Happoradio, Arttu Wiskari, and Johanna Kurkela have some pretty interesting ones. Leevi and the Leavings from the previous ask, too. Juice Leskinen, Irwin Goodman.
Honestly, it also depends on what kind of music you like.
Perhaps my followers could share some of their favourite Finnish language music? I honestly know nothing about today's popular music in Finland.
For a learner, I would advise focusing on lyrics in kirjakieli (grammatically correct standard Finnish) or yleiskieli (spoken Finnish close to kirjakieli) rather than anything in obvious puhekieli (spoken Finnish dialects which can be pretty different from standard Finnish).
Im catsitting two cats rn and they are just these two little rats running around yelling at each other.
One of them is chill about me
The other one is quite avoidant, basically taking the longest path from me, and then suddenly just climbing on my lap to purr and lick my hair, and then back to avoiding me.
Luin ton uutisen ja siellä kokoajan puhuttiin jotain et "Mutta tämä ratkaisu ei nyt ollutkaan oikea", siis mihin ratkaisu, mitä tää edes yrittää ratkaista??
Tai siis siinä jutussa kerran mainittiin et arkkitehdillä oli visio et ne välitilat minkä läpi käveltäis olis ryhmätöille nii läpi kävely ei haittais mut käytävät kirjaimellisesti ajaa samaa virkaa??? Ja vielä paremmin????
Siis ylipäätään aivan järjetön idea, ihan kun kenellekään sitä enää tarvis sanoa.
Kontekstina alkuperäinen uutinen, joka toimii ihan jo itsessään meeminä:
why the hell did I suddenly gain autism hypersensitivity to all of the fabrics in my clothes????
Like yesterday I was wearing a shirt I've had for around 2 years now, never had a problem with it, in fact its been one of my comfiest shirts until now, but suddenly (in a span of like a day or so) it just became so uncomfortable and I became aware every single point it was touching in my body, and I had to take it off completely (I'm currently rotting in my home so no big deal) but that has never happened to me with any other shirt before.
I'm now wearing my current comfiest shirt #1 and even with this im somewhat feeling everything, not as bad as with the other shirt though.
Once I had a dream where I flew to an unspecified part of the USA for a day trip, and one of the methods of identifying it as America was that the highway was racially segregated