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Saavuin maaliskuussa Suomeen Alankomaista, jossa olin ollut opiskelemassa yliopistossa viimeiset neljä vuotta. Kuvittelin elämäni lähtevän käyntiin Tampereella hyvinkin helposti. Ajattelin, että kyllähän sitä nyt ulkomailla yliopiston käynyt tyyppi tullaan repimään kotiovelta töihin, vaikka kuinka huono työtilanne media-alalla sitten olisikaan. Muutaman kuukauden oman alan töiden etsimisen — ja siitä seuranneen työttömyyden…
‘Dinger‘ Dinger was having a peaceful afternoon nap, after eating an uncommonly large meal, when he was suddenly grabbed and lifted up in the air. He did not really mind, as this was not the first time he was being carried around. In a way he even liked it, as…
‘Productive Play: An Oxymoron? A study on professionalized live-streaming on Twitch.tv in the case of StarCraft II’ Download .pdf Abstract: Alongside with the emergence of the Web 2.0 environment consumers of digital media have been introduced to online live-streaming platforms that enable consumers to produce their own media content. Thus,…
Continue reading Bachelor’s Thesis: ‘Productive Play: An Oxymoron?
The condemned man –1st person point of view I can hear the crowd screaming outside. They are calling my name, cursing it. They are demanding justice, the end of me. Justice, bah! What do they know of justice? Was it not justice what I did? The man, whose life I…
It’s funny how things look different when you’re crazy. Few months ago, just before I got locked up, everything looked somehow more beautiful and at the same time unbearably hideous. Now I don’t really feel anything. The leaves in the trees have turned into all kinds of bright colors. That’s…
Geoffrey was lying on the floor of his own apartment. Few months earlier he had left Great Britain to find himself a new life somewhere as far away from his original home as possible. He had travelled for a while in Europe, mostly searching for himself and his place in…
The wind was blowing hard enough for the powdery snow on the ground to liftup. It gave the illusionthat it was snowing sideways. Pete had an uncomfortable chill in his back, but it was not because of the coldness or even the biting wind. “They must be growing desperate for…
It was seven in the morning. I had been snoozing too long already as it is. After telling myself to get up I crawled out of the bed and walked like a zombie to the bathroom. My mouth tasted like cat piss. As I was brushing my teeth I thought…
On the blazing Sun’s Dawn morning Martina Floria died, after undertaking an experiment that no one else would have ever dared to try, my attention was drawn to a foreign merchant at the Market Square who was loudly displaying some new Bretonian pipe-weed. Her demise did not surprise me, for…
Continue reading A Pastiche on Borges’ ‘The Aleph’ — (The Elder Scrolls fan-fic)
With a silly feeling I wrote this down, for lost seem to be all the words of mine. I am not expecting from this a crown, as I may have had a few cups of wine. It’s eight o’ clock and the deadline is soon yet I’m only finishing my…