i got a note in dA...

"Hi Suz, I only just signed up to deviantart and ran into your work whilst browsing. I do not judge or condemn your work,..honestly i'm in awe. "But We have an investment in Blood and Blood Dear Beloved is a big expense and should be respected and cherished". But I honestly do feel you could channel this great gift of yours towards other 'Art-forms' than 'Self mutilation' because Art especially great ones is 'insidious' and have subliminal effects. Well,..thats that!"

umm, we have an investment in blood and... what?? i mean, excuse me, WTF? uh, nevermind. yea i now where s/he's trying to get but my head hurts. for the record(s) of course i replied something, but i certainly did not make it a novel.

Arttu is now in Iran.

and Johan, the swedish guy, wrote me in msn a couple nights ago, he's now in NZ. and then going to Australia for a couple months apparently. yeaaa... im jealous :( ugh.

the movie/documentary Under the Bombs was impressive and through-provoking. people in the middle of war, suffering for no reason is so saddening, but always a reality somewhere on this globe. its so naïve perhaps to say, but i really dont understand this world. and i think about this a lot, why dont i, i have the need to... it puzzled me in a very negative way.

on my way back home i ran into the high heel race, 80m running contest in high heels. altho the concept of "high" is rather relative, they required 6cm heels... and i was standing on such, considering them my comfy walking shoes. no wonder the women ran so fast. i think to separate the pro's they oughta require min.8-9cm... if it wasnt such a media circus-event id happily apply. i know id do well, im simply that good. not only on heels though, i have my fathers sprinting ability. he won junior finnish championships in 100m and 200m etc back when he was 17-18yrs.

my 'heels' today














the nice and comfy tent area at the movie festival, outside