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greetings. you've arrived at an offbeat diary of the pih lake retreat. feedback: tomi dot hurskainen at oulu dot fi.

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sat, 05/07/03

stories unfolding

sun, 06/07/03

woke up this morning ... yeah, but no blues. late breakfast after a jumpstart and a deep inhalation @martinlahti. after a supply refresh, cleanup and almost no sweat we now have a cheap but functional sailing studio / broadcast station with two laptops, LAN, digital documentation (camera & minidisc (fuck yall, sony)) and enough medication. stay tuned, stay fumed.

i0ne is cruising towards an uncertain destination, probably the rocky woods of kaarresalo.

mid-afternoon arrival @kaarresalo. forceful relaxation is req'd after a wave attack ashore of kuosto.

dinner-time. she came up and out, with a reason to celebrate. I0ne pondered for a while upon the parallels between zelazny and deutsch. and the mothership connected. time? it is merely a matter of an opinion, and an idle one at that.

suddenly the landscape transforms, giving us an easy escape for a relocation.

in a blatant mockery of the present information revolution, we are contacted. the shock and surprise leave us with a mild peckish, swiftly remedied in a place next to the fire.

mon, 07/07/03

tomorrow is a beautiful day.

thanks to the authors of TyGeMo and PhotoPC.

she's still a bit unsure about her feelings -- to shine or to whine, to be more precise. meanwhile, debauchery prevails.

nyt ei saatana enne saunaa olla selevi päe..

more goodies. i see dem funkadelic man.
=> uupunu.

picture update to arrive @21 or so.

Somehow unsure, but at times smiling really beautifully.. "And I bet ya.." its still her day.

Did some sailing on uncharted waters. Few surprises, lots of rocks waiting to make aquintance with the bottom of da boat. Cant say we didnt give it a try. Kuosto-beach was a real funkadelicate place to cook food at.

Ez waters. Reloaded @martinlahti, we now sail under the command of captain Sandels.

the time now is quite precisely 21:20 and we are headed towards a meeting with the best jamaican drummer-spirit of the lake. he resides inside the furnace in a cottage on the island of a lake.

a major illusionary update here on nektolog will take place during the following hour.

there.

perhaps i should explain. after some healthy gulps of latte i0ne started behaving increasingly jerky. his convulsions were soon found to have an external source, after all, but you really couldn't tell the difference. prestige. and then she really started showing up. pretty soon the breakfast had to be expelled, giving birth to a beautiful canvas. these green poles are simply beautiful.

like death. everywhere, all the time, over and over again. witness our discovery of a fundamentally new kind of life-form, the flurry knuckle, these shy beasts are usually only seen in the frontiers of field-of-view, their main source of energy being the frustration radiated by passing strangers who thought they saw something interesting. can you see it?

we do love her.

over the depths of lake oulujärvi, in the middle of ärjänselkä, we participated in a communication of the slowest kind 1 2 3. that's a real swan feather in the bottle.

tue, 08/07/03

at precisely midnight, we re-discover one of the true pearls of this placid pond. while she's bidding her farewells for the day, we tune in, and turn the furnace on; the drummer is taking deep breaths now. engaging on a perilous adventure, we once again come across life and death; the eternal pulse of existence. and some spices. (for the interested, it seemed like the bait had been food for a pike, which in turn had sated a gull. the forensic is checking out on the actual causes of death, but the bait is a strong suspect.)

i0ne practices his shape-shifting skills. they have not improved. i, however, call upon her for the rescue, and i0ne gets his body back. to the beat of the mighty drummer we scrape the shit off our respective skins, and, for a moment, realize why everything is perfect.

last night was a real rollercoaster thin with sleep, and eventually we set course towards an ancient. the lake is rocking enough so that my personal attitude sensor is making me smile. we have more pictures and private jokes up our sleeves, and will update in a few hours from an island by name of someone elses attitude sensor.

behold: two notorious dicks at the isle of dick. musical instruments are exposed and tried. frantic calls for nectars unholy respond with a healthy *psih*. pih goes hih. the pictoresque camp site with a heavy-duty fireplace reminds of the most basic of needs. with shelter, warmth & company we welcome a late supper.

we've noted a certain direction in the conversations. while she's been always a subject, the referrals to her sisters have increased in frequency and in specificity as the real queen keeps hiding behind the gray curtain. when i woke up this morning --- OK I GOT IT --- anyway to the aroma of i0ne's latte i almost kissed him. in all likelihood this is to be the final day of nektolog for now.