Tuesday 31 January 2012

Severe weather warning from Florence

I need to add here this warning I received in my Florentine email account. It fits so well with my previous entries about my problems with the slippery streets in Helsinki. Why didn't anybody warn me about these things in Finland???

SEVERE WEATHER WARNING

Weather forecasts for the next 24 hours report heavy snow falling all over the region of Tuscany, including Florence, and very low temperatures (as low as -10° C), so we recommend:

your utmost attention when walking on slippery and/or icy ground;

driving your car only if equipped with winter tyres or snow chains (as requested by the local authorities);

using the telephone number set up by the Comune di Firenze (Public Safety Service) in case of emergency


The Institute will salt all access roads (both for vehicles and pedestrians) and pavements.

In general, we recommend the utmost caution when driving or walking.

Sunday 29 January 2012

Snow or La donna è mobile

Today, perfect weather for a Sunday walk and yesterday I even went running (exclamation point). Hah, just a day before I had written here about the impossibility of running in the snowy streets. But guess what, it was pretty great and I finally signed up for the half marathon as well. So, at least temporarily, I've won my snow and winter angst (maybe because in three days I'll be in the sun!). This is positive as my current running capacity seems to be 9 km...

Above: My neighbourhood, Eira.

Above: Uunisaari, just off the seaside boulevard, and connected by a little bridge during the winter.


The sea was amazingly beautiful in the pale winter light, so I decided to put here some photos of the snow and ice. (Again acting for the Finnish tourism industry...)








Snow angst gone for the moment but I'm note here yet:

Friday 27 January 2012

On winter - by B. Jones

Remember when, about four weeks ago, I declared my aim to practice for a half marathon? Well, the snow remains on the ground and it's too cold and dark to run voluntarily if not for a bus. I have tried to minimise my time on the snowy ground in general. And still, I've fallen twice (Italian shoes + lack of practice).

The first time in front of a male friend. He didn't gallop to help me. This lack of gentlemanly behaviour should have signalled me already something more that I grasped at the moment when I tried to get up with my knee hurt. Indeed, this leads me to the conclusion I've reached during the last five months (and my adult life in Finland at large): the Finnish guys just lack all the balanced passion and attention, playful devotion and courage that can inspire me in some guys I've met abroad. Oh yes, on a weekend trip in Paris and a work trip in Brussels I noticed so clearly what I was missing in Finland besides sun. God dammit, how can the French guys be so bloody cute?

The second time in front of an 8 o'clock tram stop busy with people. Left me with a mark on my thigh but less visions about the people in Finland.

Of course, it's pretty outside. But in the back of my mind I hope that the snow will melt during my trip to the Philippines. And yes, this blog is turning into a Bridget Jones Diary...

Saturday 14 January 2012

Tuloerojen kasvusta ja superrikkaista

(Except for the video, this time I'm writing in Finnish about income inequality and the super rich!)



Helsingin Sanomien suomalaista luokkayhteiskuntaa käsittelevän sarjan artikkeli muutama viikko sitten käsitteli tuloerojen kasvua ja etenkin kaikkein rikkaimpien tulojen suoranaista paisumista. Sen tilastot eivät hämmästyttäneet aiheeseen vihkiytyneitä asiantuntijoita, mutta niille, jotka ovat tuudittautuneet uskomaan Suomen olevan tasa-arvon edelläkävijä muiden pohjoismaisten hyvinvointivaltioiden kanssa, sen sisältö saattoi olla yllättävä. Kuitenkin jo vuoden 2008 OECD:n julkaisu “Growing Unequal?” osoitti Suomen olevan yksi niistä maista, joissa tuloerot kasvoivat 1990-luvun jälkeen kaikkein voimakkaimmin. Vaikka Ruotsissa ja Norjassa trendi oli samansuuntainen, huomasin omassa väitöskirjassani, että Suomi on jäämässä jälkeen naapurimaistamme taistelussa eriarvoisuutta vastaan.

Euroopan komission tuore julkaisu ”Employment and Social Developments in Europe 2011” nostaa eriarvoisuuden ja tuloerojen kasvun yhdeksi suurimmista haasteista myös talouskriisin syövereissä painiskellessamme – tai ehkä etenkin tässä taloustilanteessa. Osa maailman rikkaimmista ihmisistä on jo itsekin huomannut, että heidän verotuksensa on kaukana oikeudenmukaisesta ja taloudellisesti tehokkaasta. Niin Ranskassa, Saksassa kuin jopa Yhdysvalloissa miljardöörit ovat vaatineet hallituksia verottamaan heitä tiukemmin. Esimerkiksi Ranskan rikkaimmat henkilöt, kuten L’Oréalin perijätär ja Air Francen toimitusjohtaja ovat Ranskassa allekirjoittaneet vetoomuksen asian puolesta. Siinä haluttiin kannattaa sitä ranskalaista järjestelmää ja eurooppalaista ympäristöä, jotka ovat hyödyttäneet heitä monipuolisesti rikkauksien kartuttamisessa.

Yksi maailman rikkaimmista henkilöistä Warren Buffet kirjoitti The New York Timesin mielipidesivulla otsikolla ”Stop Coddling the Super Rich”, ettei häntä ja hänen mega-rikkaita ystäviään pidä suojella, kun tehdään yhteisiä uhrauksia talouden kuntoon panemiseksi. Ei yhtään ihme, että Espanjassa kansa on suuttunut rikkaiden – ja aiemmin ehkä myös rakkaiden – jalkapalloilijoiden veroetuuksista, kun keskiluokkaa ja köyhiä kuritetaan tiukalla valtiontaloudella. Superrikkaiden korkeampaa verotusta on kannattanut myös esimerkiksi näyttelijä Matt Damon (juuri se, jonka hölkkätyyliä olen saanut itse New Yorkin Central Parkissa läheltä ihailla). Samaa osviittaa antoi HS-artikkelin pieni otos suomalaismiljonääreistä, jotka eivät vastustaneet korkeampia veroja. Tässä mielessä valtiovarainministeriön epäily roiman verotuksen poliittisesta mahdottomuudesta ei pidä täysin paikkaansa. Päinvastoin, tehokkaat toimenpiteet kasvavien tuloerojen kitkemiseksi ovat tässä taloudellisessa tilanteessa myös symbolinen viesti äänestäjille ja finanssikaduilla mieltään osoittaville, joilta luottamus poliittista eliittiä kohtaan on kadonnut.

Wilkinsonin ja Pickettin loistavassa teoksessa ”The Spirit Level” (2009) tuloerojen yhteys useisiin sosiaalisiin ongelmiin niin yksilö- kuin yhteiskuntatasolla sai The Guardianin otsikoimaan kirja-arvionsa nimellä ”Inequality, the Mother of All Evils”. Kun perussuomalaiset samaan aikaan kuuluttavat EU:n tai monikulttuurisuuden olevan piru kaikkien ongelmiemme taustalla, köyhyyden ja tuloerojen tutkijat toivoisivat tämän poliittisen agendan kaappauksen jo päätyvän, että voisimme vihdoin keskittyä niihin oikeisiin ongelmiin, jotka vaikuttavat sosiaaliseen koheesioon, kilpailukykyyn ja ennen kaikkea jokaisen suomalaisen hyvinvointiin.

Vaikka suomalaiset miljonäärit mielellään piileskelevätkin arkisten harrastustensa takana eikä tuloerojen kasvua ole aina helppo huomata, niin varallisuuden keskittyminen johtaa huolestuttaviin eroihin poliittisessa osallistumisessa, terveydessä ja koulumenestyksessä. Samalla kun perinteisen suomalaisen tasa-arvon rooli arvoissamme murenee, katoaa luottamus kanssaihmisiin ja demokratiaan antaen sijaa ääriliikkeille ja suvaitsemattomuudelle, mikä on Suomessa lähiaikoina näkynyt selvästi. Toivottavasti kansanedustajilla olisi alkaneena vuonna rohkeutta puuttua näihin todellisiin ongelmiin ja medialla älykkyyttä ja osaamista keskittyä yhteiskuntaamme muokkaaviin tekijöihin eikä vain poliitikkojen möläytyksiin.

Monday 2 January 2012

Let it snow!

First of all, happy New Year 2012! Let us face it with tolerance and adventurous mind and without prejudices.
Secondly, let's start complaining...

So far it has been a very grey winter and it hasn't snowed at all in Helsinki. People were unhappy. I, on the other hand, considered the +4 °C temperature perfect, especially because I could still use my autumn coat (of the style that, I only now discovered, was basically the symbol of bourgeoisie in France).

It started snowing today. Big white flakes outside of my office window, but I didn't feel at all excited. Immediately, there were responses on Facebook: "Snow :)" or "S-N-O-W" and maybe three exclamation points.

I expected that my Italian leather shoes would be destroyed and I would need to walk in a weird position in order to avoid slipping or to veer around the melted snow. When outside, I didn't dare to use the umbrella. First, because it didn't seem to snow that much or that wet. And second, because I didn't know the appropriate umbrella convention any more: was it OK to use umbrella in the snow or would I look like someone who doesn't enjoy the first snow and spoils other people's excitement? Normally, I don't care that much about what strangers think of me but somehow umbrella use is one of my weak points. The social custom in the streets seemed divided but I made my own decision, the next time I'll be using an umbrella!

I went to buy new running shoes. I doubt now that I will use them soon if the weather continues like this. However, I was inspired by my sister's decision to run a half marathon in May. Even though the lower early bird fee didn't apply any longer (of course I had missed it by a day), I was also considering of finally doing it. I should mention that this has been my plan ever since the summer 2006 when I started practising in Paris under the dictation of my professor. I bought my Asics then...

God dammit, someone wrote on Facebook about going to run in the snow with the Arctic jogging shoes. I had seen those in the sport shop just before. They have iron spikes! It can't be normal to want to run that much that you start wearing iron spikes in your shoes. Haven't these people heard of port wine, candle light and a good book??

Anyway, I got my new pair of Asics (not the Arctic ones, obviously) and went to Musiikkitalo, the new Music house of Helsinki, to get the free tickets they distribute in the beginning of the month to a chamber music concert (it's not that I don't want to pay, but this is the only occasion they play chamber music). Through the wet snow and wind. And god dammit, there were no more tickets even if this was the first day of the distribution and I had thought this would be a nice thing to do with a guy I like. They had run out of tickets already at noon. Little old ladies being pretty active, huh? Yes, the girl replied.

I went to Ruohonjuuri, the eco-fair trade shop, to get some comfort food. Mascara running down on my cheeks, I was offered a free bite of hemp tofu. I was at the same time trying to blow my nose (another annoying side-effect of this weather, though: "Boogers are a sign that your nose is working the way it should". Great!) and listening how to use tofu in a dessert (I completely missed the recipe as I was trying to look civilized with my combined mascara, sweat and booger problem, but it should be on www.soya.fi). I bought some hemp tofu and run for the bus in this stupid "oh, falling down, oups, missing the bus" -way. I got it and wondered if I looked cute like I would be looking in a Hollywood film under the same circumstances (at home I discovered that I had seen better days and mascara definitely looked better on my eye lashes).

I got home and was a bit disappointed that there were no more Facebook status updates on snow, it would have been useful for this blog entry. The snow does seem like a minor thing now that I'm inside and drinking the leftovers of the New Year's Eve prosecco (you see the excellent flow in the writing; it's the prosecchino!).

Anyway, a third point should be made. Even though I hate to disappoint my family who laugh of the idea that I regard myself as a quite positive person, I understood a couple of days ago that year 2011 had been pretty excellent and there's no way I can complain about my life in Helsinki. Most things in my life had fallen in right spots after all; the magic was to not yield to the temptation of existentialist analysis and the allure of cynicism (hey, maybe we all have something to learn from the presidential candidate Paavo Väyrynen!). So, I think I'll just lay on the sofa now, have some port wine, put on some candles and read a good book (alternatively watch an episode of the West Wing with my pet (soft toy) rat laying on my chest).