So how was my Midsummer? Helsinki turned into a ghost town for the weekend with people heading towards countryside in droves, seeking out mythical, unattainable pastures of calm tranquillity and the metaphorical womb to return to, probably in vain. I knew better and stayed home. It rained a lot, our first floor apartment got infested with ants, the lightbulb in our bathroom reached an almost-terminal kind of point where steady no-frills illumination is replaced by surreal flashing and flickering, just as the shops had closed down and acquiring a new lamp had become impossible, and my computer monitor reached a terminal kind of terminal point where everything that normally shows up on the screen is replaced by utter blackness. We had some pretty decent wines though.

I tried typing on the Loved Ones' laptop, after three evenings of moderately sampling some pretty decent wines, with my frankfurter-like fingers, a thin film of sweat decorating my troubled brow, and in not the best of possible moods. This hapless attempt did not avail to much, apart from solidifying my already deep suspiciousness towards portability in personal computerism. My own monitor continued to stay in the terminal point of utter blackness and replacing the cable didn’t help either. I suppose computer monitors belong to a group of home electronics that, once the warranty has expired, wither rapidly like a non-Finnish person in a sauna, before blinking out of existence completely and for good. In my case the warranty expired on March and the apparatus expired on June so that’s rather rapid I´d say.

I then went out and bought a new monitor, as soon as the stores opened again, some days later. I swore not to get another LG Flatron since the old one was a LG Flatron but I got another LG Flatron anyway. It’s wider and broader and generally more stupendous than the old one and it cost only half of what I coughed up for the previous one, three years ago. If this new one croaks too in 3 years, 3 months time I might consider looking into what other manufacturers have to offer, but until then, or at least for the duration of this evening, I’m happy with and continue to be amazed by my new monitor of expanded specialness and more width than is possible to perceive in one go.

So amazed, in fact, that the typing of this blog entry must stop here.


Still Life With A Skull. How very seasonal in a summery kind of way.