tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27017521165721632042024-02-18T23:20:43.071-08:00A Pink GloveMy music, my stuffapinkglovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16891505923514165189noreply@blogger.comBlogger309125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2701752116572163204.post-85281627287262784942016-03-13T01:56:00.001-08:002016-03-13T03:07:13.683-07:00Muutama sana markkinoinnista #kekäle<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Tiäks sen tunteen, kun lähdet jahtaamaan sitä Canada Goosea?</div>
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Sitä tunnetta, kun olet mainoksesta lukenut, että "kaikista normaalihintaisista tuotteista 15 prosentin alennus"?</div>
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Ryntäät paikalle ensimmäisten joukossa, suoraan töistä. Revit sen Canada Goosen rekistä ja suuntaat kassalle. Tiäks sen tunteen, kun kassalla kerrotaan: "Valitettavasti näistä takeista ei saa alennusta".</div>
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Tiäks sen tunteen, kun kuulet sanovasi: "Mitä vittua te sitten mainostatte, että kaikista normaalihintaisista tuotteista saa viistoista pinnaa hinnasta pois?" Tiäks, sen tunteen, kun se myyjä alkaa selittää, eikä sinua voisi kiinnostaa yhtään enempää? Viskaat sen Canada Goosen sille myyjälle ja lähdet kotiin, tiäks...</div>
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ps itsellänihän on toki Canada Goose, jota en todellakaan hankkinut #kekäle.</div>
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pss olen informoinut #kekäle tästä "virheestä" ystävällisesti jo edellisen kanta-asiakasillan ilmoittelun yhteydessä. Lupasivat informoida markkinointiosastoa... Tiäks?!</div>
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<div class="blogger-post-footer">A Pink Glove - my music, my stuff</div>apinkglovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16891505923514165189noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2701752116572163204.post-38400100952658350292016-03-11T01:11:00.001-08:002016-03-11T01:11:40.730-08:00My Friday Listening<div>
My Friday listening is pretty much this! </div>
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Have a listen and make up your mind, yay or nay?! I think you'll <3 it.</div>
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<div class="blogger-post-footer">A Pink Glove - my music, my stuff</div>apinkglovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16891505923514165189noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2701752116572163204.post-22962359351228717162016-02-22T06:12:00.000-08:002016-02-22T06:12:51.178-08:00To the Moonor Titanic?<br />
People are fussing about the Moon.<br />
I find the Moon boring. It's like I can see it up in the sky... It's like always there...<br />
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I might have asked you already but let's make it one more time:<br />
if you were to choose would it be to the Moon or Titanic?<br />
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It's obvious to me: Titanic.<br />
I think there have been more people to the Moon recently than to Titanic. And I don't understand why. I think Titanic is one of the most interesting places to ever visit. One of the reasons might just be so that there are not that many people who really have experienced Titanic today. I wonder why...<br />
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To me it seems so much easier reaching Titanic than the Moon. Well, hello! The Moon is, like,<br />
385 000 kilometers away, and Titanic is just something like 4 000 kilometers deep in the ocean. And what's there on the Moon to look for? The Earth? Unlike the Moon Titanic provides us with a field of 8,0 km * 4,8 km containing hundreds of thousands of items, such as pieces of the ship, furniture and personal items. It's like a ghost town - and I like it!<br />
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If I ever want to see and feel Titanic I have to act fast. It's been estimated that within the next 50 years the hull and structure of Titanic will collapse entirely, eventually leaving only the more durable interior fittings of the ship intermingled with a pile of rust on the sea floor. And if <i>you</i> are ever to visit Titanic promise me not to leave your trash there. Titanic is becoming this huge landfill - just like the Moon. (sources: <a href="http://archive.archaeology.org/1205/features/titanic_shipwreck_jean_charcot_site_map.html">http://archive.archaeology.org/1205/features/titanic_shipwreck_jean_charcot_site_map.html</a>, <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/RMS_Titanic">https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/RMS_Titanic</a>)<br />
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Had a business meeting there (fyi).<br />
I think that I was out of my comfort zone in, for at least, to ways.<br />
First, I was driving a car.<br />
Second, I was listening to some random radio stations.<br />
But, looking back, everything went just ok. I didn't smash the car and I heard this song.<br />
You should have seen me tapping the wheel and singing along (even though I didn't know the lyrics, yet). Have a listen, Punaisessa talossa.<br />
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Punaisessa talossa</div>
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päätien varrella</div>
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ei ole enää, ketään kotona</div>
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Lumet luomatta</div>
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jo monta kuukautta</div>
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laatikossa, jotain vanhaa postia</div>
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Hän lähti, tiedetään</div>
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jonnekin etelään</div>
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etsimään, uutta elämää</div>
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Musta aukko ammottaa</div>
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kaipuun koura kurkottaa</div>
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kohti yksinäistä kulkijaa</div>
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Kun kaikki muut lähtee</div>
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yksi vain jää, ikävä</div>
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se ei lähde mihinkään</div>
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muut lähtee</div>
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yksi vain jää, ikävä</div>
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ajan saatossa</div>
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haalenneita, valokuvia</div>
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Varjo seinällä</div>
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huoneen kylmänä</div>
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oli hän, josta laulan lauluja</div>
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Jossain kaukana </div>
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sumuisena iltana</div>
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hän ehkä kuulee</div>
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sen hiljaisuudessa<br />
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Ikävä, se ei lähde mihinkään</div>
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<div class="blogger-post-footer">A Pink Glove - my music, my stuff</div>apinkglovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16891505923514165189noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2701752116572163204.post-90379045119877092372016-02-04T08:46:00.002-08:002016-02-04T08:46:20.973-08:00tbt (4.2.2016)Last year's Blockfest.<div>
Eating ice cream and making sure my hat is where it is supposed to be.</div>
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The crowd is waiting for Cheek.</div>
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I'm definitely not a winter-kinda-girl. But seeing this makes me happy and warm inside.</div>
<div class="blogger-post-footer">A Pink Glove - my music, my stuff</div>apinkglovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16891505923514165189noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2701752116572163204.post-23891354068710985762015-10-12T09:40:00.000-07:002015-10-12T09:46:06.181-07:00"Tuulispää is back!"<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.7999999999999998; margin-bottom: 1pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Tuulispään elämässä on ehtinyt tapahtua yhtä ja toista. Hän on kirjoittanut tämänkin lehden sivuilla jatkavansa uteliaana kohti uusia elämän seikkailuja mutta myös jättänyt jäähyväiset teille, joihin hän tutustui Ruusan kahvilassa, vertaisryhmissä ja olkkarissa. Mutta tämän kirjoituksen otsikko “Tuulispää is back” ei ainoastaan jatka siitä, mihin hän edellisessä kirjoituksessaan jäi, vaan johdattaa lukijat siihen Tuulispään arkeen, jota hän niin kovasti kaipasi kaikki ne vuodet, jotka hän sairasti.</span><span style="line-height: 1.7999999999999998;"> </span></span><span style="line-height: 1.7999999999999998;"> </span></blockquote>
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<div class="blogger-post-footer">A Pink Glove - my music, my stuff</div>apinkglovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16891505923514165189noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2701752116572163204.post-31883231020306920422015-10-08T06:38:00.000-07:002015-10-08T06:38:01.100-07:00tbt (8.10.2015)I just love this photo!<br />
We were playing in the park, me, my nephew and my bf.<br />
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Last Saturday I got to see Cheek. It's not really my kind of music but I did like the show with the fireworks and all...<br />
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Back then we didn't know anything about Internet. Or sms. We didn't know there will be things like YouTube and Facebook. Have we ever heard about dvds, digital cameras, or selfies? Did we miss Emojis or Instagram? I think we were pretty happy with what we had.<br />
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<div class="blogger-post-footer">A Pink Glove - my music, my stuff</div>apinkglovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16891505923514165189noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2701752116572163204.post-22552473780625677452015-05-10T01:40:00.000-07:002015-05-10T01:40:20.336-07:00Happy Birthday, Marika!It's my sister's birthday today. And, yes, it's also Mother's Day.<br />
My sister was born on Mother's Day. I don't know how often it happens that her birthday is celebrated by all the moms out there. Let's celebrate it now, then. And, yes, the Sun was shining when my sister arrived this world - just like today. So, pretty much nothing has happened ever since.<br />
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I got my first camera when I was like eight years old. In this photo my sister is showing off her stuff, you know, toys, Christmas presents, cartoons, drawings... She liked to have her room unorganized.<br />
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<div class="blogger-post-footer">A Pink Glove - my music, my stuff</div>apinkglovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16891505923514165189noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2701752116572163204.post-71848586917086939262015-05-05T09:28:00.001-07:002015-05-05T09:28:08.025-07:00Selfie (going for #punk #look)This was (nearly) my look for the gig that I went to on Saturday.<br />
By "nearly" I mean that there were some changes - I wasn't too happy with my hair and so on...<br />
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We went to see this band called Juustopäät. It was so cool - seeing them for the very first time. I mean I was first introduced to Juustopäät in, like, 1995. But since I spent my childhood, um, in the middle of nowhere I never saw them playing. Kinda. Sorta.<br />
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<div class="blogger-post-footer">A Pink Glove - my music, my stuff</div>apinkglovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16891505923514165189noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2701752116572163204.post-10044268555926223912015-04-02T07:26:00.003-07:002015-04-08T04:38:27.724-07:00tbt (2.4.2015)I think I look dapper in this photo.<br />
I'm wearing a suit and a hat and a bowtie. And I have a cut in my finger.<br />
It was in the elementary school. One day we were asked to dress up like back in the days.<br />
I might have been one of the very few who wore anything special for the day. I can still remember the feeling that I had... a little proud for having the guts to do something different.<br />
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This Thursday I want to take you to the streets of Munich, Germany. We are leaving for clubbing and I definitely look wasted. I don't remember when this shot was taken, maybe five, six or seven years ago. But I think I still look the same when wasted.<br />
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First goal was seen something like 40 seconds after the game really started. 0-1.<br />
The game ended 2-4, and HPK is now playing in the finals.<br />
I'm not too skilled with posting a video here. I do hope you are able to watch it. And hear people talking about the game next to me. Thanks guys!<br />
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ps I got my cold beer after the game.<br />
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<div class="blogger-post-footer">A Pink Glove - my music, my stuff</div>apinkglovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16891505923514165189noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2701752116572163204.post-16933350692572705272015-03-19T07:43:00.001-07:002015-03-19T07:44:10.809-07:00tbt (18.3.2015)My so called business look. I mean now that I'm back in the business meeting customers and potential investors I should, for at least, try and look all sharp and ready to go. Well, that might not be the case, yet... I took this photo yesterday just to have some proof. I had just finished brushing my teeth, and my colleague sent me an sms "am already here waiting". F**k! He was six minutes early and... here's the result.<br />
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I saw the very first bare legs today. And it's still like winter here in Finland. Or is it?<br />
Since the Sun was shining warmly enough in the morning I decided to go for my spring coat. It wasn't my brightest idea but some how I survived - here where polar bears walk on the streets and the sky isn't like anywhere else.<br />
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This is my spring look, kinda. And hell with it! I was tired as hell and just wanted to have a photo of my cool (the coolest!) coat. It's Maloja and I luv it!<br />
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<div class="blogger-post-footer">A Pink Glove - my music, my stuff</div>apinkglovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16891505923514165189noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2701752116572163204.post-74078118076614321112015-03-13T09:30:00.001-07:002015-03-13T09:30:20.270-07:00My Music, My Jukebox: AshI was studying in Uppsala, Sweden, back in 2002. Seeing Ash at Göta Källare in Stockholm was a must. I was all prepared: tickets, my friend, my camera with an empty roll of film... So, when the gig started I was all ready. But suddenly my Ixus died. It didn't work, it just was n_o_t working. So I've got only a handful of photos from that gig which pretty much sucks.<br />
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But, later we got to meet the band. And had some drinks. And I guess that the, um, after-party was at Gondolen. But any way, I had so much fun.<br />
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I chose here two songs from my favorite Irish band (and, yeah, I know U2 is also local): Petrol (released as the second single from their 1994 album Trailer) and Oh Yeah (taken from their album 1977 released in 1996).<br />
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<div class="blogger-post-footer">A Pink Glove - my music, my stuff</div>apinkglovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16891505923514165189noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2701752116572163204.post-25054252259289177882015-03-11T23:13:00.001-07:002015-03-11T23:36:58.089-07:00tbt (12.3.2015)<span style="background-color: white;">With this I want to thank mr. Bruuttus for changing my life forever. You are one special horse, you are.</span><br />
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I love this sharp looking fellow to the Moon and back. #bruuttus</div>
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This photo was taken at that gig that I went to some years back.<br />
It looks like I'm having a drink.<br />
Maybe next time you see me eating something.<br />
Cheers!<br />
Kippis!<br />
Skål!<br />
Pohojammaan kautta!<br />
Hölökyn kölökyn!<br />
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Here's my second post on "my music, my jukebox". My life hasn't gone any calmer with the horses, work and "stuff" but am still trying to keep up with my promise.<br />
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I don't even remember how many years back I got this home burnt cd from a friend. It was my first introduction to the Backyard Babies. And what can I say?! I immediately felt connected with the music and that rock star way of living. True rock stars! It was a couple of years ago that I saw the Babies here in Tampere. After that they got concentrated on their side projects; Nicke Borg on his solo material and his radio show; and Dregen went on to play with Michael Monroe and eventually started working on his own solo album. But last year it was announced that the Babies will work on new music. They have also announced that their 2015 tour will kick of at Sweden Rock Festical in Sölvesborg, Sweden. A month later they will play at Ruisrock in Turku. I'll be there.<br />
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So happy to be able to wear my Backyard Babies t-shirt once again. It's not like I couldn't wear it on a daily basis. I just don't want. It's too much of a dear memory. That t-shirt.<br />
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ps Backyard Babies also come from Sweden...<br />
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I chose here two songs: Roads (taken from their album People Like People Like People Like Us released in 2006) and Say When (taken from their album Stockholm Syndrome released in 2003). Have a listen and make up your own mind!<br />
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Because life is a road that is winding and dark</div>
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Life is a road that is winding and dark</div>
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Now you know it's true I believe in you</div>
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Yeah you know it's true I do care for you<br />
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Backyard Babies: Roads</div>
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