Some takes from Eesti.
14 November 2006
11 November 2006
Reaching in with the outt of onn in Eesti.
Focusing and shifting shades of reconsciousness in time with Eesti electro vibes from the radio cause the comforting gray skies to shine in ecstisity. This is a place where I can be.
After drawn out unsuspected? battles with the Russian transportation system, I let off the plans for circling around starting in Helsinki for this break we are on now. I'll elaborate more on that in another post, one where I am fully indulging in the Russian tragicissity again under that sort of martial law. Now, here, is Tallinn and only thoughts and expressions of such.
This is the first time I have spent in a hostel, and from words passed around I hear that the ones here in Eesti trample most other definitions of the like. The one I am lounging and living in is completely revamped, few offs like a broken sink and loud doors, but the price in krona is low and the people are great, and, a sauna?! Coming in in the late afternoon with the new shifting faces settling in and residing ones comfortable under the glow of VH1 Euro 80's hours just presents the full amalgation of imaging that engulfs you in the space. I had a few Estonian Saku darks and some hardcore 10% beer in another hostel sort of party last night, that one was greatly larger and more of the party type, great to go to and then return. Great to spin through the winding, rising and falling medieval cobblestones and courtyard walls in the lit, sharp night Baltic air in transition between the spaces.
The chilled out sort of strut through life that carries the scarf clad faces of Eesti through those streets only makes a sharper definition between This and the Russian East. Lack of any smile, hostile emotion showed if any, drunken brawling in the streets, and shifty out of place interaction is a strikingly harsh sign of most Russians in the city, taking a few days out of spending roubles on Russian vodka to somehow landing a visa and spreading their flavour of havoc around the peoples and hills on this shore. Again pause off of that, I feel myself pushed to find and voice that negation too often of late. There are, and have to be a selection of the population of Russians that are contrary to such, it is just incredibly tiring experiencing it as a possible majority and standard of that population. There are some negatives to the Eesti, there are in every culture and peoples. These seem to fade with the tolerance showed however, and the positive of direction and action which follows from Eesti.
The constant thick fall is invigorating. The strong winds from the sea inspiring. Kohvi and stressed first syllables intensifying. The waves setting a rhythm of sponse and response.
Eesti electro is going to make shambles of the krona in my hands, check out kohviradio.com for lines to lay over studies or papers or cartographing or whatever is taking the tone of your concentration.
So off for a bit to balance the city walls, breathe in the swirling such. Palun.
After drawn out unsuspected? battles with the Russian transportation system, I let off the plans for circling around starting in Helsinki for this break we are on now. I'll elaborate more on that in another post, one where I am fully indulging in the Russian tragicissity again under that sort of martial law. Now, here, is Tallinn and only thoughts and expressions of such.
This is the first time I have spent in a hostel, and from words passed around I hear that the ones here in Eesti trample most other definitions of the like. The one I am lounging and living in is completely revamped, few offs like a broken sink and loud doors, but the price in krona is low and the people are great, and, a sauna?! Coming in in the late afternoon with the new shifting faces settling in and residing ones comfortable under the glow of VH1 Euro 80's hours just presents the full amalgation of imaging that engulfs you in the space. I had a few Estonian Saku darks and some hardcore 10% beer in another hostel sort of party last night, that one was greatly larger and more of the party type, great to go to and then return. Great to spin through the winding, rising and falling medieval cobblestones and courtyard walls in the lit, sharp night Baltic air in transition between the spaces.
The chilled out sort of strut through life that carries the scarf clad faces of Eesti through those streets only makes a sharper definition between This and the Russian East. Lack of any smile, hostile emotion showed if any, drunken brawling in the streets, and shifty out of place interaction is a strikingly harsh sign of most Russians in the city, taking a few days out of spending roubles on Russian vodka to somehow landing a visa and spreading their flavour of havoc around the peoples and hills on this shore. Again pause off of that, I feel myself pushed to find and voice that negation too often of late. There are, and have to be a selection of the population of Russians that are contrary to such, it is just incredibly tiring experiencing it as a possible majority and standard of that population. There are some negatives to the Eesti, there are in every culture and peoples. These seem to fade with the tolerance showed however, and the positive of direction and action which follows from Eesti.
The constant thick fall is invigorating. The strong winds from the sea inspiring. Kohvi and stressed first syllables intensifying. The waves setting a rhythm of sponse and response.
Eesti electro is going to make shambles of the krona in my hands, check out kohviradio.com for lines to lay over studies or papers or cartographing or whatever is taking the tone of your concentration.
So off for a bit to balance the city walls, breathe in the swirling such. Palun.
04 November 2006
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